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The sound of heavy raindrops pattering against the windows along with the occasional rumble of thunder reverberating across the sky fills the otherwise quietness of the house. While Eddie lights the emergency candles lined up on the dresser he hears Buck settle himself on the bed as the dark room slowly becomes dimly lit with the pale yellow flickers of the flames.
With a heavy and downright agitated exhale, Eddie shakes out the lit match and places it on top of the box it had come from before turning around to find Buck settled rather relaxed on the mattress as he mindlessly picks at the skin above his cuticles. “Well, so much for a quiet, peaceful night in.” Eddie grumbles, standing now at the foot of the bed with his arms crossed over his chest.
Their planned night of staying up late to binge the latest season of the cooking competition show they’ve been invested in for a few years now had been abruptly cut short when the high winds and downpour outside had taken out the power for half the block.
Buck can only roll his eyes out of affection at the grumpy little pout curving down the corners of Eddie’s mouth. “It’s still a quiet night in.” He tries to uphold the light mood they had before the raging storm had left the house bathed in still darkness.
Then as if on comical cue, a deafening clap of thunder practically shakes the house as it roars outside. As the rumbling draws out to an eventual silence, Eddie can only return a look of flat irritation from the weather just needing to contradict Buck’s attempt at reassurance.
“Okay, maybe not quiet in the literal sense,” a sheepish grin curves on deep pink lips as Buck backtracks on his previous statement, “but it doesn’t mean that our entire night is ruined.” Eddie knows he’s right but at the same time all he wanted was to watch some mildly scripted reality tv under the dimmed lighting of the living room’s lamps with his boyfriend.
Two out of three isn’t so bad if you take into fact that the flickering of the candles across the room really does make for a much better intimate setting. On top of that, the way Buck spreads his legs silently inviting Eddie to lay with him is all too tempting to even try and resist.
The mattress dips beneath Eddie’s weight as he situates himself between Buck’s legs, back pressed against his broad chest while his head tips back just enough to rest upon Buck’s shoulder.
It’s instant, the way Eddie relaxes against the body pressed against his back as Buck wraps his arms around him and takes Eddie’s hands in his own. Flashes of lightning illuminate the faintly lit room, though Eddie focuses solely on the way Buck mindlessly plays with his hands.
He traces the lines on Eddie’s palms, presses his own hands against Eddie’s, and interlocks their fingers in a repeated cycle that has no meaning besides the simplicity of Buck wanting to keep some sort of continual and attentive physical contact between the two of them.
It’s a tender and innocent touch but it’s the way Buck begins to slowly and lightly drag his fingers up Eddie’s wrists and forearms then back down to the tips of his fingers again that really has a spark of electricity buzzing underneath Eddie’s skin.
Innocence goes completely out the window and into the pouring rain and bright flickers of lightning dancing across the sky when Buck dips his head down to start planting kisses along Eddie’s shoulder. It’s such a subtle shift in atmosphere as lips follow the seam of Eddie’s shirt all the way up until just faintly grazing the exposed sliver of skin where his neck meets the collar of his shirt.
Tilting his head to the side, Eddie fully invites the soft press of lips against the sensitive area of skin. Eyes fluttering shut and satisfying little hums getting pulled from his throat, Eddie welcomes the quick and teasing kisses Buck presses along the side of his neck while his hands find their way to the hem of his shirt. Buck’s fingers barely brush against the heated skin of Eddie’s stomach in tantalizing little touches only meant to work him up.
Of course, it works.
That all too familiar lick of heat slowly crawls down Eddie’s spine with each innocent press of lips to his neck and promiscuous glide of fingers along the waistband of his sweatshorts.
Eddie sucks in a breath, “You’re not being very subtle, I hope you know.” A small smile curving on his lips.
In response, Buck hums softly as his lips move slightly upward to ghost over the shell of Eddie’s ear. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” Feigning innocence is certainly a way to go about this, and Eddie can only roll his eyes out of affection.
Taking his own approach of being just as– or even slightly more– tantalizing as Buck is being, Eddie purses his lips, “No? Well, I guess we can find better use for these candles then. I’m sure we can dig out some old board games from the hall closet.” He tries slithering out of Buck’s grip only to be pulled back immediately while letting out a small chortle.
“Okay, okay, fine,” Buck gives in easily as he presses his palms firmly against Eddie’s stomach to keep him from trying to leave again, “What do you want me to say?” It’s a rhetorical question, only meant to display the crumbling down of Buck’s previous act of faux virtue.
Eddie, slightly tipping his chin up and to the side, meets Buck’s eyes. His features are softened underneath the candlelight while the muted flickers of the flames cast him in warm hues of both amber and apricot. Call Eddie biased but he truly does think that Buck still looks just as divine– maybe even more so– with nothing except the dancing fires on wicks casting their subdued light upon him.
“Absolutely nothing.” Is all Eddie manages to get out in response to Buck’s previous inquiry before leaning in to press their lips together.
There’s nothing short or sweet about the way their mouths so effortlessly meld together with each hasty yet fervent kiss. Heat trickles down Eddie’s spine as Buck’s hands once again find their way under his shirt. He keeps one hand gently pressed against Eddie’s abdomen while his other dips into the waistband of his shorts.
Eddie swipes his tongue against Buck’s bottom lip before licking into his mouth, claiming every inch he can reach as Buck slowly caresses his cock through his boxers. Feeling himself get wetter by the second with each barely-there touch separated by a layer of clothing still, Eddie pushes his hips up just enough to both press himself more firmly against Buck’s fingers and encourage him to continue with his drawn-out movements.
There’s something so all-consuming about the way so much is happening at once; the heavy rain tapping against the window, the flashes of lightning followed by the rumble of thunder, the flames of the candles swaying lively as they burn down the wax and wick, the way Buck tastes like everything sweet that Eddie is sure he’s going to be left with a toothache every single time they kiss.
And, of course, there’s the way Buck delicately rubs Eddie’s cock in slow circular motions through his underwear. Being fully clothed and not having proper skin-to-skin contact just makes the whole ordeal that much more sensual. The clear desperate need to get their hands on each other shows in the way they didn’t want to waste a second in pulling each other’s clothes off.
It adds to that searing heat pooling in Eddie’s gut. Each soft muffled moan getting pulled from his throat is readily swallowed by Buck who craves to taste every single sound his boyfriend makes.
The build-up to his release is so painfully slow yet so much more exhilaratingly gratifying than Eddie could have ever imagined possible. Spreading his legs slightly more and pressing up into Buck’s hand, Eddie can feel that fire of arousal seeping down between his hips as it settles there to have its final build.
Eddie, now bringing his hand up to wrap around Buck’s head and lace his fingers through the curls on the nape of his neck, breaks away from their kiss making sure to bite down on Buck’s bottom lip as he does so. His eyes find Buck’s instantly, pupils are dilated so wide only the thinnest ring of soft blues and muted silvers encircle the onyx sphere.
Words seem to get lost on Eddie’s tongue as he focuses solely on chasing that long-lasting accumulation of ecstasy. Spreading his legs further and pressing up into Buck’s touch, Eddie breathes heavily as low moans befittingly get drawn out of him.
Buck never changes his pace, he keeps his movements slow and steady while Eddie shoves his hips up in shallow thrusts to each carefully leisured motion. Tilting his head back against Buck’s shoulder, Eddie can feel himself start to teeter on the edge. It burns inside him, white-hot and addicting.
Lips attach to the new exposed side of his neck. Buck plants open-mouth kisses against the sensitive skin which adds to fire and has Eddie toppling over the edge.
Unlike Buck’s ministrations to get him to this point, Eddie’s orgasm comes rapidly the moment he allows himself to let go. It flows over him in all its flaming glory and has his thighs slightly shaking while fleeting moans and a breathless string of curses slip right off his tongue. Buck continues to stroke him through it, still keeping his pace slow-moving and relaxed as he kisses down Eddie’s neck.
Eddie pants as he rides through his high, and once he starts to come down from it the ache of overstimulation begins to hit and it tells in the quiet little whine that bubbles out from the back of his throat. That’s all Buck needs to halt his movements and gently remove his hand out from Eddie’s shorts, his fingers are somewhat dampened from Eddie’s arousal. Eddie watches as Buck brings his hand to his own mouth, sucking the slicked digits into his own mouth as keeping direct eye contact with Eddie.
There’s a carnal desire simmering within Eddie as he watches Buck suck his own fingers clean, craving to taste even the tiniest bit of Eddie without even having properly touched him. The hunger washing over Eddie is no different, and he’d be a fool to let it go unsatisfied.
In a swift movement, Eddie repositions himself, now sitting on his knees between Buck’s thighs and watching as blue eyes stay locked on his own as he slips his fingers out of his mouth with a quiet wet pop . Instantly, Eddie leans down and crashes his lips against Buck’s in an intense fiery kiss. It’s a sloppy clash of tongues and teeth made of relentless fervor as if the two are trying to consume the other.
Eddie’s hands blindly find their way to the hem of Buck’s shirt, he tugs at the fabric a few times before beginning to pull it off. They have to break away from their kiss in order for Buck to raise his arms so Eddie can easily pull the clothing up over his head and then carelessly discard it to the floor.
Buck truly is a vision, one that Eddie thinks deserves to be painted with careful precision and hung forever in The Louvre. He looks ethereal under the warm candlelight; his eyes are wide and glistening with both want and fondness, his cheeks are tinted in a pretty shade of pink while his lips, slightly parted, are slicked with spit and kiss-bitten.
Eddie takes his sweet time letting his eyes wander over the new exposed stretch of skin, something he’s laid eyes upon millions of times yet he never gets tired of seeking out every single detail.
Freckles are sparingly dusted along the curves of Buck’s shoulders, not even the constellations compare to the way the soft brown speckles are painted on his skin. Buck has bulked up a lot in the past year, his arms are toned and always look as if they’re about to burst open the seams of his shirt sleeves, and his chest is broad accompanied by the faded pinkish-white scars curving under his pectorals.
And his stomach, god his fucking stomach. Buck has gained some weight and it drives Eddie absolutely crazy in possibly the best way imaginable. He finds himself staring a lot, just admiring the way the plush skin always manages to press against his shirt and accentuate his curves.
And when Buck is in uniform, shirt neatly tucked into his pants, fucking forget about decorum. Eddie practically drools at the way his stomach spills over his pants and has to fight off the urge to pull Buck into a supply closet just to grab at the fat with one hand as he uses the other to fingerfuck him into next week.
Needless to say, Eddie absolutely loves the bit of weight gain then again he’d truly love Buck at any stage his body looks like because it’s Buck that he gets to freely love no matter what.
There’s so much to admire about Buck, and Eddie believes he fully understands those artists who created sculptures of greek deities. Not only does Buck resemble the more realistic takes on the divine beings but Eddie would also gladly spend the rest of eternity carving his figure out of slabs of marble to forever be worshiped and adored by eyes that don’t even deserve to gaze upon him.
Eddie then leans in, pressing a more delicate and gentle kiss to Buck’s lips. He continues his journey with kissing down Buck’s chin, then neck where he lingers a bit to suck a pretty crimson mark right over his pulsepoint that draws a soft pleasured sigh out of Buck before moving on with a coy little smirk.
Once peppering kisses along Buck’s collarbone, Eddie merely drags his lips down the line of his sternum then diverts course in order to circle his tongue around Buck’s areola.
Unlike Eddie who had lost all feeling in the area after getting his top surgery, Buck’s nipples have become more sensitive and it drives Eddie fucking wild hearing the breathy little whines that get pulled from Buck when stimulated.
Buck arches up into the touch as Eddie sucks the pink bud into his mouth and presses his thumb into the other. He writhes under Eddie’s touch, chest rising and falling heavily from how worked up he’s getting just by having his tit be eagerly sucked on.
Taking Buck’s nipple between his teeth, Eddie gently bites down on it earning a whimpering moan from above him. The sound has a sly smirk forming on Eddie’s lips as he pulls at the sensitive bud before releasing it to continue kissing down Buck’s abdomen.
He places open-mouth kisses all across the soft skin of Buck’s stomach as he continues to work his way down until he’s only brushing his lips against the skin below his navel where the waistband of his sweatpants begins to cut off access to the rest of his body.
Buck squirms underneath the teasing featherlight touches of Eddie’s lips. “God, Eddie,” his words are breathless as he speaks for the first time in what feels like ages at this point. Eddie glances up through his lashes to find Buck staring down at him with wide pleading eyes. “Please.” That is all he’s able to say as a flash of lightning briefly lights up the room.
Eddie could without hesitation only tease Buck further, he could act clueless as he presses short teasing kisses to every inch of heated skin on Buck’s belly while sliding his fingers along the waistband of his sweats. He could watch with an innocent gaze as Buck desperately writhes under each tantalizing touch and Eddie would only give in once he gets Buck to beg for it like the good boy he is.
He could do that. He would do it.
The only thing stopping Eddie is the fact that he is way too damn desperate to get his mouth on Buck.
Sitting back up on his knees, Eddie hooks his fingers in the waistband of Buck’s sweatpants and drags down both the sweats and his boxers off of Buck who helps with lifting his hips up off the mattress and bending his knees as much as he’s physically able to.
It’s by far not the sexiest way Eddie’s undressed Buck, but the giggles and small fight of clothing versus the amount of leg Buck has doesn’t at all dampen the mood. In fact, it makes the whole atmosphere that much better. They trust and feel so safe with each other that they allow themselves to have their awkward moments and laugh at them instead of getting caught up in the idea of it ruining the mood.
There’s no pressure to hold up a certain kind of standard or put on any sort of performance for each other. At the end of the day they will always be just BuckandEddie.
Once managing to get off Buck’s sweats and boxers, Eddie tosses them to the floor without a single care for the articles of clothing.
Eyes rake across the new exposed stretch of skin, Buck lays half-sitting up with his hands splayed across his stomach while his knees are bent and thighs are spread apart enough to show off his middle that is glossed with his own arousal. You’d think Eddie is a man starving by the way he looks at Buck with such a darkened glint of hunger in his eyes as if he’s about to devour the man whole.
“Fuck,” the one syllable comes breathless off of Eddie’s lips. He glances up to meet Buck’s pleading gaze, “You’re already so wet and I haven’t even properly touched you yet.” His voice lowers into a taunting whisper with an unmistakable lilt of explicit lechery.
The soft pink blush tinting Buck’s cheeks deepens in color and creeps down to his neck. He rolls his eyes in faux offense as he lets out a small scoff, “As if you weren’t soak–” His words instantly get cut off and replaced with a sharp gasp in reaction to Eddie delicately sliding two fingers up through his dripping cunt.
With his now wet fingers, Eddie lightly traces circles around Buck’s cock. The tantalizing gestures have Buck arching up into the touch as pleading little whimpers slip right past his pretty pink lips.
“What was that you were saying, baby?” Eddie imitates innocence though the devilish smirk on his lips easily cuts through the act.
Buck fights to keep his eyes open, only wanting to get lost in the barely-there touches Eddie makes against his cock. “C’mon, Eds,” despite being unable to fully hide how desperate he is as he deftly pushes his hips up to chase after friction he’s being denied of, Buck still manages to lower his voice in a more sultry tone, “make me cum on your tongue, I wanna be the only thing you’ll ever want to taste again.” The words are dripping with temptation and has that carnal fire reigniting deep within Eddie.
Eddie makes fast work of repositioning himself to lay on his stomach while hooking his arms under Buck’s thighs and dragging him down towards him. He peppers kisses along Buck’s inner thigh, slowly working his way to his middle. When Eddie runs his tongue through Buck’s wetness, the man pushes into the touch as he lets out a shaky breath.
Eddie glances up through his lashes as he circles his tongue around his cock, watching as Buck tosses his head back against the pillows while his lips part for the soft sounds of his pleasure to slip right past them. Fully wrapping his lips around the growth, Eddie works his tongue around the sensitive head while lightly sucking on the swollen shaft of his clit.
It’s all too consuming getting wrapped up in everything Buck is, especially when Eddie is eating him out like it’s the last thing on this Earth that will ever grace his lips and tongue. Somehow it still doesn’t seem like it’s enough though. Not with the heavy rain pounding against the windows, the thunder booming outside, or even the faint glow of the candles bouncing off the walls.
No, Eddie wants to only be surrounded by all things Buck.
He wants every single one of his senses to be engulfed by him; touch, sound, taste– fuck, everything.
Eddie wants– no, needs to absolutely be drowning in the pure essence of the love of his life.
And that’s what sparks–
“Sit on my face.” Eddie is nearly breathless when the words leave his mouth as soon as he darts his head up.
Buck looks down at him with lidded eyes and brightly flushed cheeks. He shifts against the sheet with a beseeching look on his face from the all too sudden loss of contact, and he actually is breathless when he finally manages to choke out, “What?”
For a moment Eddie thinks that maybe Buck didn’t hear him with the sound of pouring rain slamming against the windows and the sound of thunder still roaring outside. So, he repeats himself slower and clearer this time, “I want you to sit–”
“Yeah, no, I heard that part,” Buck easily interrupts with a soft chuckle as he props himself up on his elbows to look down at Eddie better, “I just mean, are you sure?” There’s clear hesitation written all over his flushed-out features at the thought and then proposal of the act.
It’s something they’ve never experimented with before, so Eddie completely understands where the apprehension is coming from. It would be something new that is stemming from the heat of the moment with little discussion between them. Then again, they have done a lot more freaky shit in their bedroom life, and having Buck ride his face seems more on the tame side in Eddie’s own opinion.
However, the proposal of the act itself isn’t exactly where Buck’s concerns lie, and he makes that very clear when he continues with, “Wh-what if I end up suffocating you?” A nervous chuckle follows the question.
It really does take Eddie aback for a moment because– well, that’s kind of the whole point. He wants to be completely engulfed in his boyfriend, and have every last inch of his being consumed in the very essence of him. It’s the whole reason why Eddie prompted it in the first place. Well, besides the fact that the very thought alone of Buck fucking his face could make him come in an instant.
Come on Buck, try to keep up here.
Moving to unravel his arms from under Buck’s thighs and sitting back up on his knees, Eddie gives a small shrug, “I mean, it wouldn’t be the worst way to go.” He’s only half serious when he says it with a teasing smile. Besides, Eddie has survived being shot multiple times and buried alive, being face-fucked to death really would be the most hilarious way he gets taken out.
Buck gives him a flat look in return, “Eddie, I’m being serious.”
“So am I!” Eddie lets out a small chuckle as he starts to rub soothing circles into the plush skin on Buck’s thighs, “Look,” he breathes out, now shifting into a more serious tone, “you really don’t have to if you don’t want to, but if you’re only worried about me not being able to breathe then I will absolutely let you know.” The reassurance shifts Buck’s look of worry into an expression that tells he is now pondering it.
The sound of the rain outside fills the otherwise silent room. Eddie lightly trails his hands up and down the outer area of Buck’s thighs, watching him with a softened gaze while he thinks over the proposal.
Buck purses his lips as his eyes find Eddie’s, “And you promise you’ll let me know if it’s too much?”
Eddie truly has to fight the urge to bounce off the walls at the hint of a yes coming his way. He nods his head quickly, “Yeah– fuck yes, of course.” He cannot seem to bite back his rapidly growing smile even if it were to save his life.
One corner of Buck’s lips tilt up in an eased half-smile, “Then yes.” There’s a buzz of electricity humming underneath Eddie’s skin the moment the words hit his ears.
Placing both hands on either side of Buck’s body, Eddie slowly makes his way up his body right until they are back to being face-to-face, “Besides,” the sultry shift in Eddie’s tone is evident as is the way he teases with barely brushing his lips against Buck’s, “if I do suffocate it’s a good thing my big, sexy firefighter boyfriend is here to give me mouth-to-mouth.”
The remark earns an affectionate eye-roll from Buck, “You’re such a dick.” Are the only words that come from his mouth before he grabs Eddie by the nape of his neck and pulls him in until their lips crash together in a fierce kiss.
They easily fall back into the rhythm of nearly trying to devour each other whole through their kisses of fire. Buck is the one to take initiative this time around, he licks into Eddie’s mouth and tastes himself on his tongue which has him moaning softly, and Eddie swallows each delicious sound with greed.
The next moments happen so fast. Buck grabs onto the hem of Eddie’s shirt with one hand as the other keeps hold on the back of his neck while he hooks a leg around one of Eddie’s thighs before rolling both their bodies over in one swift movement. They break from their kiss with a thin string of spit briefly connecting between them as Buck now hovers over Eddie.
“You sure you wanna do this?” Buck questions one last time, his eyes searching Eddie’s for even the slightest bit of hesitation.
He doesn’t find anything, not when Eddie is immediately nodding in response, “God, fuck yes.” With the final bit of confirmation, Buck leans in to place a slow and gentle kiss to Eddie’s lips.
Buck then untangles himself from Eddie’s body and moves up the bed until he’s sitting on his knees right beside his head. Eddie supports Buck’s weight by hooking his arms under his thighs as he carefully moves to straddle his face. He more so hovers over the bottom half of Eddie’s face than actually sits, but it still has fire seeping into every nerve in Eddie’s body.
Eddie truly is left breathless by this new point of view of Buck. Every curve, scar, and dip in skin is so much more prominent looking up at him this way. Buck truly looks like a goddamn god and Eddie has never been more enthralled to be at the very mercy of another person.
Pressing his fingers into the tops of thighs, Eddie wastes no time in tilting his chin slightly upward and slowly licking up Buck’s cunt earning a shuddering breath from above. As before he circles his tongue around Buck’s cock in teasing motions before taking it between his lips and sucking down on it.
As Buck gives more into his own pleasure the rest of the worry still clouding his brain evaporates as he lowers more onto Eddie’s face and begins to slowly roll his hips in tandem with the ministrations on his cock.
Addicting sounds of pleasure coming from above sets fire underneath Eddie’s skin as he focuses so intently on eating Buck out that he almost forgets that breathing is kind of a mandatory part of life. He digs his nails into the soft skin on Buck’s thighs, working faster against his boyfriend’s dripping cunt.
Buck properly begins to ride Eddie’s face now, rocking his hips back and forth against his mouth as the base of his cock brushes against the tip of Eddie’s nose with each glide forward. Eddie moves to grab Buck by the hips, the plush skin on his love handles spilling between his fingers as the fat on his stomach slightly jiggles with Buck’s movements.
This is what Eddie wanted. He no longer hears the rain pattering against the windows as Buck squeezes his trembling thighs against both sides of Eddie’s head while his moans could drown out any clap of thunder the world has to offer. He doesn’t see the flickering of the candles’ flames when he has the perfect view of Buck’s entire being right above him.
The rest of the world just seems to melt away as every last inch of Eddie is consumed by Buck, Buck, Buck.
They find the perfect rhythm of each other’s motions, arousal pools between Eddie’s hips as the sounds Buck makes grow louder. He grabs down on a fistful of Eddie’s hair as he closes in on release, his movements speeding up and Eddie tries his best to keep up with him. He can feel Buck’s thighs shaking tremendously before he stills completely with a guttural moan.
Eddie works him through orgasm, sucking down on his cock while his tongue swirls around the tip. Buck trembles through each wave of ecstasy passing through him as his sounds grow softer and quieter until he’s pushing Eddie’s head down and away from his now overly-sensitive clit.
It takes Buck a moment to carefully remove himself from Eddie when his legs are still shaking from the obvious intense climax he just experienced. As he lays down on the bed and heavily pants to catch his breath, Eddie sits up and brings the hem of his shirt to his lips and chin which are soaked with Buck’s arousal and dries himself off before stripping from the piece of clothing and tossing it to the floor.
Laying on his side with his head propped up on his hand, Eddie watches as Buck slowly comes down from his high. He traces random patterns into the plush skin on his stomach, the touch helping Buck come back to himself.
“Fuck,” Buck breathes out heavily, “Why haven’t we done that before?” He questions, turning to meet Eddie’s eyes.
“Does that mean it’s something we keep in rotation then?” Eddie questions with a raise of an eyebrow and a small teasing smirk.
Buck lets out a soft scoff as he turns to lay on his side, “If it means that next time you get to ride my face.” He quips back with a hint of temptation lacing through his voice.
Eddie can feel his heart pounding in his chest as liquid fire pools between his hips. He really needs Buck to get his hands back on him, and as much as it really is enticing to take Buck up on his offer right now, all he wants to to be under the man as he fucks him right into their mattress.
“First things first,” Eddie says, trailing a finger up Buck’s torso and circles it around his chest, he leans in slightly, his lips brushing against the shell of Buck’s ear, “I need you to be a good boy and fuck me properly.”
As he leans back he sees that Buck pupils are so wide they’re almost black at this point while his lips are slightly parted. He quickly nods before slipping right off the bed, moving to go grab their strap.
The storm raging outside has seemed to slow down, raindrops now only lightly tap on the windows as the lingering rumble of thunder has begun to die out. The candles still burn on the dresser and give off enough light for Eddie to watch as Buck fastens the harness around his hips and thighs before making his way back over to the bed.
Eddie can feel himself soaking, he’s probably more wet than he’s ever been in his life, while Buck gets back onto the bed knees first and settles between Eddie’s thighs.
The moment fingers dip into the waistband of his shorts and boxers, Eddie knows right then and there that he is absolutely not going to last long.