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Buck calls Bobby on his way to the loft and asks to switch to B shift for a while, they’re down a body while Jemma is out on leave for her wife to have their kid, so it’s an obvious choice. Bobby agrees, but asks Buck to come for dinner so they can talk about it.
He explains to his pseudo-parents that he and Eddie had talked about the potential between them and neither felt good about how the conversation went. They’ll talk about it when they’ve had time to think, but in the meantime it’s best for them and for the team at large to keep their troubles out of the station.
Bobby looks precisely zero percent surprised to learn that they’d started the conversation and honestly kinda devastated to hear that they weren’t sure it would actually work.
Athena calls them wise to step back and give it some time, Bobby begrudgingly agrees, but sets a timeline. Jemma is due back at the start of next month and Buck will be back on A shift by then and they will have talked through the issues one way or another so they can work together by then.
He sets another appointment with Dr. Copeland.
She recommends a queer bookstore that specializes in kink education and sends him there to ask the scary questions.
Buck goes, stumbles through explaining the situation to an unbearably chic person with bright hair and an “Ask Me About Queer Sex” pin. They don’t laugh at him, they just answer what they can and point him towards resources for the rest.
He feels both more and less silly when he leaves. None of it is as… extreme… as he’d thought, which makes him risking what he has with Eddie over this even stupider.
Buck follows the links they’d emailed him and does some shopping. He’s gonna fix this, and he’s gonna do it right or die trying. Perhaps of humiliation.
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After a few weeks of waiting for the packages to come in and another of him psyching himself up, he waits for C-shift to be on during a school day and shows up to make a grand gesture.
He pulls up, double checks that Eddie’s truck is in the driveway and shoots him a text asking him to come outside, then climbs out of the car, putting on the last of his outfit while he waits.
After a minute, Eddie’s front door flies open and he’s standing there redder than a tomato, jaw on the floor, expression anything but happy to see him.
“Eddie, I’m sorry I said I couldn’t meet you on this. I will follow you anywhere, anything that makes you happy, I want to learn to love too. I’m in this with you, just let me try again?”
Eddie is frozen on the porch, the flush has disappeared and he is now pale as the moon and running his hands through his hair like he’s gonna rip it all out.
“If you want me to leave, I’ll go. But when you’re ready to talk about the Furry thing, I am too.”
A minivan drives by and Eddie snaps his head up, seemingly coming back to the present and realizing Buck is in his front yard in an electric blue full body fursuit at 10am on a Tuesday morning.
“Evan Thaddeus Buckley get inside Right Now, what is WRONG with you!?”
Shame floods Buck and he pulls the suit’s head back off and shuffles quickly inside, he doesn’t miss the way Eddie flinches when the faux fur brushes his arm as he passes. Fuck.
He’s ruined it. It was already so fragile and he’s absolutely destroyed any chance they had of fixing it because he got it wrong again. He collapses heavily on the couch.
Eddie is so private, he never even let Buck see his suit, or talked about what kind of wolf he likes to be, why would Buck think something like this would work? Eddie is probably gonna make him change and leave forever. He’s never gonna get to see Chris again, he’ll have to change jobs, he’ll need to explain to Bobby that he just couldn’t save what he ruined and apologize to the whole team for-
Buck has his head in his paws and is already trying to decide if he should leave the state or the country as a whole when he realizes Eddie is laughing.
He wipes his wet eyes with the back of his furry glove which does just get fur in his eye and make it worse, which seems to make Eddie laugh harder for some reason? When he finally gives up on the paws and pulls them off and picks the fur out of his mouth and eyes and looks to Eddie with confusion, he’s on the floor.
Eddie is fully laying down, laughing like it hurts, like he can’t get a full breath in. Buck feels hope bloom, Eddie doesn’t look devastated or mad or humiliated, he’s just laughing. Cackling, honestly.
“Wanna let me in on the joke?” Eddie tries to catch his breath to explain, then Buck cocks his head in the way he learned early on makes people go easier on him, makes them find him harmless. But Eddie starts laughing all over again and Buck just has to sit there patiently while Eddie gasps and points and says absolutely nothing of help. After a bit, he manages to get out a few words.
“You! But I! And you!! So you! Fursuit!! The fucking neighbors!”
“Hey, come on, I’m trying here.”
Eddie nods solemnly while biting his lip to try and keep the smile from breaking through, then of course fails because he has clearly lost his mind.
“Yes, this is.. Buck I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize what you must have thought. I thought you were taking it weirdly well, and then suddenly you were taking it super badly? But I don’t think you ever understood what was happening because whatever you’re trying to do is so not where I need you to meet me. But you’re trying! Oh, god. I have to start over.”
“Okay, take your time. Just please, actually tell me what’s happening instead of making me guess wrong again?”
“Right, of course. Just… can you not be wearing the fucking Furry costume when we do this? I love that you did this for me but I cannot take you seriously right now.”
Buck chuckles and yields, then asks for help with the zipper.
Once Eddie is done with another giggle fit and Buck is in his basketball shorts and exercise shirt, they sit down at the kitchen table again.
“Okay, so what I’m hearing is that when you say you’re a wolf sometimes, that is not a Furry thing. But I’m just not super sure what else it could mean?”
Eddie once again very bravely swallows his giggles and nods.
“No, not a Furry thing. I do understand the uh logic leap. Furries are a thing in our world that I would be embarrassed and insecure about being and you were incredibly supportive but set a boundary about not being comfortable with doing sex acts as pretend wolves. Which is so reasonable! And I’m really proud of you for that. And it seems like you talked to Doctor Copeland about it? Which is exactly what I would want you to do if I brought you something sensitive and you needed to really think about it but couldn’t process it with me yet.”
Buck smiles, blushing. Eddie reaches out a hand, a mirror to that morning a few weeks ago when everything fell apart. Buck hesitates.
“Hey, we’re gonna figure this out. I’m gonna try to explain it, actually show you what’s going on, and then we’re gonna take all the time we need to deal with it. Together, this time.”
Buck swallows, nods, and takes the offered hand.
“Okay. Together.”
“So let’s start at the beginning? I went on that call a few months ago and Adam bit me, yeah?” Buck flinches a little, but hums his understanding. “So Adam’s family all has this thing, it’s passed down through the mother’s side usually, but it can be spread through biting. It makes you a little more sensitive. To smells, sounds, emotions, even the phases of the moon. He was hurt and scared and he didn’t mean to, but he bit me. And he passed it to me.”
Buck swallows hard and grips Eddie’s hand tighter, he can deal with this. He’s not gonna jump to any conclusions or try to guess ahead, because that went SO poorly last time. He’s just gonna follow along with Eddie until he understands in full, then he’ll check - probably twice - to make absolutely sure he’s right.
“I could probably ignore it and go ahead with my life like this never happened. Outside of the full moon everything else is mostly like if I got readers and had my earwax cleaned out, totally possible to adapt to. Even on the moon, it’s just that everything is cranked up higher unless I decide to lean into it.”
“But it’s good? You like how it feels to lean in?”
“Exactly! And it doesn’t hurt me, or anybody - as long as I don’t get too into it and then drive” Eddie smiles self consciously, a little joke between them. It settles Buck, Eddie is so good at making him feel in on something even when he’s lost. “So any time I want, I can let go a little and feel the wolf's senses more than my own, but it’s easiest on the full moon when it’s already right at the surface.”
“Okay, so this isn’t a sex thing? Or like, not directly?”
“Sometimes? But not directly. It isn’t an STI, and it isn’t a sexual preference.”
“Okay! I can work with that. Sensitivity can be good, we just gotta watch out for overwhelm and figure out what’s comfortable for you. Is there anything else I need to know? Anything you want to share?”
Eddie is looking at him a little like he personally hung the moon Eddie is now so closely tied to.
“There are some… physical changes. And I don’t know how much they will be present at any given time, but I’ve noticed they’re harder to control when I’m stressed or excited, so…”
“So probably if we had sex it would be… relevant?”
“Almost certainly, but I haven’t… been with anybody… since. So I’m not sure.”
“But you could bring those traits forward any time you want? You could show me?”
Eddie nods, cheeks pink. He’s looking at their interlocked hand and he looks anxious again, like he had the first time he’d tried to tell Buck this. Buck thinks about it.
“This… thing? Is it uh… like Jacob? That’s what you said the first time. So when you say that, when you told me you were like Jacob. Is this thing where we get the legend of Werewolves from? I want to make sure I understand this time.”
Eddie looks up, eyes searching his, for disbelief, or dismissal, maybe even fear; but he just finds open curiosity and care. He nods again, then stands, tugging gently on Buck’s hand and leading him to the bedroom silently, a look of determination on his face.
When they get there Eddie closes the door behind him and pushes Buck to sit on the edge of the bed, finally speaking again.
“I wanna show you, so I’m gonna take off most of my clothes. It’ll take a minute to pull the traits out, and then it’ll be a little longer putting them back. I’m asking you to stay here with me and trust me, and please don’t panic. I don’t really know what I’d do in that headspace and it might make it harder to drop it if you’re panicking.”
“Okay, so just to recap: you’re gonna strip, then turn into a werewolf, and I’m gonna keep my cool, and then we’re gonna talk about it more?”
“Ideally, yes.”
“And it is you turning into a werewolf and you aren’t pulling my leg, right? Because that would be SO mean.” Eddie smiles reassuringly, then reaches for the hem of his t-shirt with a questioning eyebrow, pulling it off when he gets a thumbs up from Buck.
He strips down to his boxer briefs, then checks in, “you ready? I can’t really talk in the full shift, so do you wanna ask anything before it starts?”
“Does it hurt?”
Eddies eyes go soft and the tension falls out of his shoulders.
“No, it’s like taking off our fire gear after a long call, light and cool and easy. And coming back is a little trippy, but if it’s a short shift I’m usually good after a minute or two. Anything else?”
“Will you understand me, even though you can’t respond?”
“Yes. I’ll also be able to hear your heartbeat and smell your pheromones, so I’ll have a good idea of how you’re feeling as well as what you say out loud. So just stay calm, say whatever you feel like saying, and I’ll be able to talk with you soon.”
“You said that, last full moon. You said you could hear my heart, could smell that I…”
Eddie clears his throat and rubs the back of his neck which does some Very Interesting things to his chest and arm muscles.
“Okay, I think I’m as ready as I can be.”
Eddie steps back a bit to make sure he has room, then shakes out his limbs and rolls his head like he’s getting ready for a sprint. Buck watches, keeping his hands together in his lap and picking at his own nail beds.
Eddie shuts his eyes and Buck watches carefully as - as unbelievable as it is - Eddie starts to physically change from human to wolf. He sees subtle things first, the shape of his jaw, the body hair getting thicker and straighter, then slowly his posture shifts, he kneels and then moves to all fours as limbs shorten and alter. By the time Eddie is done, he really truly is a wolf. Not Twilight style where he’s huge, just a wolf. In Eddies bedroom of a normal bungalow in the middle of the suburbs of LA.
Buck hesitates again, he knows this is Eddie, he watched the man he loves change into this creature, he knows Eddie can hear him, even smell him apparently . But there’s a mental disconnect when he tries to push past those ancient survival instincts at being five feet away from a fucking wolf. But this is Eddie, who would never hurt him. Eddie who has his back. If Buck can put on a fursuit, he can do this.
This time it’s Buck who reaches out a hand, palm up in the universal gesture of trying to see if a dog is pettable. Wolf-Eddie pads forwards, eyes locked on Bucks, that same brown he thinks he could probably pick out of a line up. It’s oddly soothing that Eddie’s eyes haven’t changed. It’s him in there. This is part of him, how could Buck ever think he’d struggle to love this?
Snout meets palm; it’s cold and wet, but gentle.
“Eddie?” The wolf butts his head into Buck’s hand again, eyes calculating. He wonders what smells Eddie’s getting, tries to pick through his emotions. Residual instinctive fear, relief, curiosity. No panic. Yay!
“You’re beautiful like this,” he whispers. His hand moves to stroke over ears and jaw, down his shoulder, then back up to cup the back of his jaw, thumb and forefinger around his ear. “Your fur is thicker than I thought, but not rough. Can I see one of your paws?”
Wolf-Eddie sits down and brings his forepaw up like a dog doing the shake command, Buck huffs at how harmless it looks, then turns to inspecting claws and paw pads. He lets the paw drop when Eddie’s ears begin twitching, reading this body language just like he reads Human-Eddie’s.
“Can I touch your tail?” Eddie boofs out a noise that is clearly a no and moves to sit on his tail which makes Buck smile, “no to the tail, understood. Okay, whenever you’re ready, could you shift back?”
Eddie retreats, not turning around but rather backing up with a suspicious look and his tail actively tucked between his legs, and of all things, that is what makes Buck finally crack. Buck laughs and laughs, gasping and cackling and wiping tears from his face and totally misses the transformation back to Human-Eddie.
“I suppose it’s fair, but can you tell me what you’re laughing at this time?”
Buck gets himself under control pretty quickly while Eddie comes to sit next to him on the bed.
“I have been so stressed about not being a Furry and trying to figure out how to be okay with it for you, and you’ve been an actual fucking wolf the whole time. And somehow we both talked around both subjects for MONTHS and” he loses it to a giggle fit again, but this time Eddie is right there with him and they’re leaning together laughing at how stupid they both were to miss this, how lucky they are to be figuring it out.
“So uh,” Eddie starts when they’re both calm again. “You don’t seem… upset?”
“No, god, Eddie, this is so much less scary than going to a queer bookstore and getting suggested a book titled “Yiff Yiff, Hooray!” by a cool nonbinary person who clearly thought I was weird.”
Eddie smiles so brightly at that. “Thanks, for doing that. Clearly it was not uh relevant? But it’s so… you… to do all that to try and learn to be comfortable with whatever I am. It was weirdly reassuring once I got over the shock of you in a fursuit on my front lawn.”
“You gotta know by now that if I have the power to give you something or help with something or any of that, I’ll do it in a heartbeat. Fuck, I thought I was driving you to a kinky Furry play party while actively in love with you, man! This, I can work with.”
“You’re sure? Even after that fight and all the confusion and seeing me as a wolf? I would understand if it changed how you see me.”
“You’re stuck with me. This whole thing has been messy and complicated and I have no idea what I’m gonna tell Doctor Copeland when I see her next week because if I tell her the truth she’s gonna think I’ve joined you in cuckoo land. But we’re in it together, okay? I got your back.”
And then he’s being kissed. Eddie’s lips are plush and hot, and the stubble around his mouth scratches Buck’s face in a new way, but it’s like they were always working up to this. The easy way they read each other is here too, their heads tilting, hands raising up to touch skin, no fumbling like there usually is with a first kiss.
Buck’s hands travel over Eddie’s back, strong muscle and smooth skin, but when one comes to rest on his hip he doesn’t hit fabric like he’d been expecting and he jolts a little. Eddie pulls back with a questioning look at Buck’s surprised expression and bright blush.
“Eddie. When you shift, what happens to your clothes?”
“Whatever I’m wearing falls off or rips, usually. Why?”
“Were you fully naked the whole time we were talking just now?”
“Buck how did you not-”
“I was FOCUSING! I’m sorry for being RESPECTFUL and looking at your FACE!”
And they’re laughing again. Then kissing while they laugh.
Buck climbs in Eddie’s lap in a mirror of that first full moon, pulls Eddie’s head to his neck to show him what he wants.
First, Eddie kisses the skin there, breathing in the scent and growling a little which Buck did NOT expect to find hot, but that’s cool! That works! And then there are teeth scraping over skin and Buck brings his hand up to tug Eddie back by the hair which makes him whine involuntarily, which again, hot!
“This is excellent and I’m learning a lot about what I like right now - stop looking at me like that- but just like, super quick, can I see your teeth, buddy?”
Eddie goes from smug to suspicious, but opens his mouth obediently and squeaks when Buck puts a finger in and starts brushing the tip over his teeth. He pulls back and his face is a perfect parallel to when Wolf-Eddie was protecting his tail which makes Buck smile indulgently.
“Okay, so your teeth are sharper than normal. Which is fine! We knew some traits would be more present when you were excited, we just need to be aware of it so I don’t get bitten by accident and you don’t break skin before we’ve had a chance to talk about that.”
Eddie’s hand flies to his mouth, Buck misses it from where it was sitting on his hip, but he’ll abide it for now. He exercises saint-like patience while Eddie checks his own teeth and doesn’t wiggle even though that would be fair payback for what Eddie did when their positions were reversed two moons ago.
Eddie eventually finishes his inspection and returns his hand where it belongs.
“Right, so that’s a thing. And we should talk about the biting and the risks and benefits, absolutely, of course we should. But for now, let’s just… keep going? And I won’t break skin. But I’d really like to keep going if you’re up for it?”
Buck finally gives in to the urge and grinds down into Eddie’s lap so he can feel exactly how Up for it he is, then they’re off again; kissing and grinding and just barely scraping sharp teeth over delicate skin.
Buck loses his shirt pretty quickly and Eddie hauls them to the middle of the bed and flips them so Buck is on his back so he can drag the shorts off too. He finds Buck had no underwear underneath and is already slick.
“You came here hoping I’d fuck you, huh? Got all ready for me, put on that fucking suit and drove here expecting this?” Buck is bright red, his blush goes from his hairline all the way to his chest, it makes Eddie’s teeth itch. They make out some more while just running their hands over each other, learning sensitive spots and finding good hand holds.
Buck gasps after a minute and pulls back to speak; “good thing, too. Look at your hands, baby.” Eddie does, shocked to find his nails are dark and sharp. Not enough to puncture skin, but certainly uncomfortable if he’d be prepping a partner. He takes a long deep breath and focuses, they change back to normal and he shows Buck triumphantly. His smile is full of still sharp teeth and it makes Buck shiver.
“Okay great! So we can start with fingers if you’d like, make sure I’m ready for you? Then when we’re done you can let go of it and if the claws come in that’s fine. Just no claws inside me, please.”
“I can work with that,” Eddie’s eyes are heated and he crowds back in, making Buck feel so small which is certainly new but very welcome.
His blunt nails skim up the inside of Buck's thigh and finally touch his hole. It’s so different from the practicing Buck did on himself, feels different to his own hands and any of the toys he’d bought to try. Eddie’s hands are steady and hot, he starts with one finger, just gently rocking it inside to test how wet Buck is, how tight. He moves up to two, then pulls back and goes for his bedside table to add more lube.
The whole time he keeps contact with Buck, hands over skin, lips pressing wherever he can reach. Buck is making these perfect little noises, unselfconscious and a little desperate. Eddie decides three is probably too much, so once Buck is comfortably taking two he slips them out, kissing Buck to help distract from any discomfort.
“You ready, Cariño?” Buck is nodding almost frantically, hands raking over Eddie’s skin trying to drag him closer, pull him inside himself. Eddie lines up and begins to push in slowly.
He pushes and pushes until suddenly the head is in and they’re both gasping and panting and whining.
“Good?” Eddie finally gets out the question once he gets himself back under control.
“So hot, and you feel huge. So big, just give me a minute, it’s good, I promise, Just give me a minute.”
“Yeah, just like this, take your time, I got you baby.”
Buck throws an arm over his eyes and tries to focus on relaxing his muscles, Eddie goes back to kissing any and all skin he can reach, hands stroking Bucks thighs where they’re draped over his hips. He notices the claws are back and lets them dig in just a little, enough to raise lines but not to cause any real damage. After a bit Buck lets out a breath and Eddie can feel the vice of him release just a little.
“So good, Buck, you’re doing so good for me baby. Feels amazing.” He feels the full body shiver that elicits and grins, continuing. “You like being good for me, mi amor? You’re always so sweet, take such good care of us. And you’ve been so good at telling me what you need, what you want. Makes me so happy when you’re like this, letting me take care of you, letting me touch you like this.”
“Eddie, please!”
“Please what, Buck? You gotta use your words, tell me how to make you feel good.”
“More. Deeper, please…”
“Good boy.” Eddie shifts his hips, continuing to push forwards at a glacial pace until he’s fully inside, as deep into Buck as he can get. His mouth is dropped open, dragging air in like he’s drowning from sensation, Buck is no better.
Buck’s head is thrown back on the pillow, neck stretched so taut. Eddie’s instinct screams to put his teeth right on the ribbon of muscle that is sticking out, but higher brain function wins and he only licks it.
After a moment more to adjust to Eddie’s full length, Buck’s spine goes limp and he reaches out to tap Eddie’s shoulder. Not a petting motion necessarily, but rather an indication that he’s back with it and good to proceed.
“I’m gonna move now, okay? Let me know if you need to stop, any time for any reason.” Buck nods, eyes hazy and smile satisfied already.
Eddie begins pulling back just as slowly as he’d pushed in, then about halfway starts moving in again. Slow and gentle, trying to keep the angle and pace consistent while Buck adjusts to this part too. A few strokes in Buck starts squirming, gasps out Eddie’s name, another “please”, and all bets are off.
Eddie picks up speed, shifts his hips so every thrust hits a different angle until he finds the one that makes Buck keen and dig his fingers into Eddie’s arms, eye’s wide and expression shocked. He grins evilly and sticks to that exact angle, going faster and harder while Bucks noises go from tiny to whorish. He’s panting and moaning and trying to grind back, hands gripping Eddie anywhere they can reach.
Just when Eddie realizes he’s getting close, Buck freezes. Eddie slows to a stop, trying to figure out what changed even though all he wants is to keep thrusting, to finish what they’ve started. Buck’s hand moves, reaching between them.
Buck touches where they’re connected and Eddie can’t help a tiny thrust at the touch before he gets himself back under control. He shakes it off and looks down to see what’s happening and… that’s not his dick. His dick is, if anything, perfectly average. A little short of six inches, darker than the rest of his body, maybe a little thicker than standard, but the few inches that are outside Bucks body look… swollen.
“Hey, take a breath.” Buck’s voice cuts through Eddie’s growing panic and when he looks up, Buck has pulled his hand back and is looking at him steadily, not unsettled by this. “I know what’s happening, nothing is wrong, this is just another thing like the claws or the teeth. You’re okay. Just follow my breathing and when you’re ready I can explain.”
Eddie lets Buck move his hand to his chest, feeling it rise and fall with his breathing, calm and steady again even though they were so worked up just a moment ago.
“Okay, how is this possibly not wrong?”
“So during my… research… into the Furry stuff. I learned So Much about wolf sex, obviously. Part of that is knotting. Wolves have what is called a knot at the base of the penis that swells during mating to lock inside their partner and promote successful breeding.” Eddie must look as lost as he feels because Buck tries again; “To make sure the semen isn’t lost too early, canine males have a feature that basically plugs their mate at the end of sex. Your dick is swelling so that when you come we get stuck together. Because your wolf is trying to… get me pregnant, I guess.”
Eddie keens out a humiliating noise at that and Buck chuckles, which does Very Interesting things to where they’re still connected.
“How are- how do you feel? About this development?”
Now Buck is a little off kilter, finally. He squirms and Eddie’s hands fly to his hips to try and pin him so they don’t get distracted before this can be talked through.
“Eddie, c’mon man.”
“No. No ‘c’mon man’! Please, Buck. Tell me if you’re comfortable continuing when this… knot… is gonna…”
“Knock me up?” And fuck, Eddie makes that noise again. He’s gonna have to think about that later, because that kind of talk has always made him panic in the past, but with Buck? “You can try, but…”
Eddie’s patience snaps and he’s lunging forwards to smash their lips together, panting into Buck’s mouth as he picks up speed again.
“Tell me now because in a minute it’s gonna be too late.” Buck is whining pathetically, right back at the edge with him, clearly not listening. Eddie reaches up and tugs his hair, getting him to focus. “Buck. You gotta say it. Do you want me to pull out? Or am I knotting you?”
“Please, want it. Fuck, I did not see that coming, but fuck do I want your knot. Cum in me, keep it there, don’t stop. Please, Eddie, don’t fucking stop.”
And he doesn’t. He goes until the drags in and out get harder, Buck too tight around his growing knot to easily thrust. He bullies his way back inside, and grinds up into that spot that makes Buck squeal. Their eyes are focused on each other and they’re more panting in each others mouths than kissing at this point, but Buck gets out “I’m gonna-” and then the heat and pressure Eddie had been feeling gets exponentially tighter as Buck comes untouched around him, Eddie’s name ripped from his throat.
That’s it for Eddie too, and he’s spilling inside Buck, but it’s so different from every other orgasm he’s had, it just doesn’t stop. He comes and comes for what feels like minutes, and when it finally stops he realizes Buck is petting his hair and talking gently to him. His cock doesn’t go down, doesn’t slip out, and he’s just whining quietly and still rutting into Buck’s body mindlessly.
“-e’ll get some flour too, maybe make some biscuits to go with it. We could do buttermilk biscuits, or maybe herb? I think classic buttermilk would be nice, then we could have any leftovers for breakfast. They’re so versatile and you can’t beat a good buttermilk biscuit-”
“Buck.”
“Back with me?”
“Yeah, how long?”
“Like five minutes, maybe? After like two you stopped uh… producing, and you’ve just been a little out of it, but you seemed calmer when you could hear my voice, so I just started planning dinner out loud.”
“Does this hurt?”
“It’s a little oversensitive, but I think I like it. I like keeping you in me, you’re so hot, I feel full of you. It’s nice.”
“Fuck, why is that hot?” Buck laughs gently, just a puff of air, and wraps Eddie up in his arms, petting all over to help him regulate. They stay like that until the knot goes down and Eddie can pull out which makes Buck give a pitiful noise and leaves his hole raw and… honestly drenched in cum. Eddie helps him to the shower and helps him stay standing while they wash.
When they’re back in bed with fresh sheets Eddie places a kiss on Buck’s damp hair and lets out a sigh.
“We still have a lot to talk about, huh? How we’re gonna deal with the moons, if you want me to-”
“Bite me?”
“Yeah. That.”
“Let's give it some time? You’re still figuring this out, and we haven’t even been on a date yet, let alone told Chris about us. We have time, and we know we can have sex without transferring it, so we can really talk it through before taking that step.”
“Yeah, we have time.”
Later, Eddie’s alarm to go get Chris goes off and they haul themselves out of bed only to lose it laughing all over again when they stumble upon the fursuit they’d abandoned in the living room that morning. Buck bundles the whole thing into his trunk and kisses Eddie goodbye, promising to show him all the stuff he got trying to prepare for Furry sex so they can go through what works for them together.
They date, they fuck, they laugh, and eventually, Eddie bites Buck. Which changes everything all over again because now they can run together on full moons, now they can smell each other a mile away. The team only says their mind meld went from uncanny to straight up freaky.
Doctor Copeland is frankly grateful when Buck stops asking for advice on how to jive with kinks neither of them understand and starts working up the courage to buy a ring.