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Kissing Buck is like tasting the sun.
It surprises Eddie every time. How it feels, sweet and so good, that it never gets old, no matter how much they do it, that it still makes his knees weak and his chest feel like there are hundreds of butterflies inside, volatile and buzzing. Kissing Buck is nice, it's soft, it's so– loving, because if there's one thing Buck does, it's love. Kissing Buck is everything.
He thinks he gets it now, the way people talk about love. And he wants to show Buck exactly how he feels about him.
It's just that he's not very good with his words.
He is with his mouth, though.
Clearly, since Buck hasn't stopped gasping sweetly ever since his dick hit the back of Eddie's throat. He's barely holding himself up where he's leaning against the kitchen counter and Eddie isn't ashamed to admit that Buck being so far gone because of him, because of his mouth, does it for him. Despite the tears clinging to his lashes and obstructing his vision, Eddie's eyes haven't left Buck's face since he got on his knees. He can't help but drink up the sight above him – Buck's eyebrows furrowed up, the way he keeps blinking rapidly, looking down at Eddie and then back up with a sharp inhale, his bottom lip all red and swollen from how hard he's been biting it to keep quiet. The blush on his cheeks has spread to his ears and to his chest – Eddie can tell without looking just because he knows how easily Buck's body flushes. He's always all pink and buzzing with anticipation the second their kisses turn into something more, into a prelude rather than a sweet intermission. Even now, he can barely control himself, his hips twitching and trying to fuck Eddie's mouth despite the solid grip he has on Buck's hips. It's cute, how hard he's trying to restrain himself and how badly he's failing. Eddie would probably tell him to relax and take anything he needs if his mouth wasn't occupied and, isn't that just too bad?
He never thought he'd love giving head as much as he does. The idea was always foreign to him because, first of all, he never allowed himself to even think about being in a situation like this with a man and, secondly, most of the women he's been with didn't seem to enjoy it a whole lot. It always seemed like a chore that they didn't mind doing, but didn't really love either. It surprised him when, the first time Buck and him hooked up, the man was enthusiastic about giving Eddie the best blow job of his life and– Let's just say he succeeded.
Finding out he loved returning the favor was even more of a shock. The first few times weren't very good – sloppy, too wet and simultaneously not wet enough, with too many close calls because of his overeagerness – but he still found himself wanting more. He wanted to practice and get better until he could do it the way Buck did, until he could unmake him with his mouth alone, until he could take him whole. There was, and still is, something intoxicating about being on his knees for Buck. Something about kneeling at his feet, looking up, up, up, because he's too tall for his own good. Something about Buck's breathy moans and stuttered exhales, fingers tightening in Eddie's hair and pulling, hips twitching, all of it being because of him. It's like Buck's everywhere. Eddie can smell him, salty and heady and so much like Buck, he can feel the weight of him on his tongue and taste him, his tongue pressed to the underside of his cock. It's maddening, how much he likes it. There's spit leaking through the corners of his mouth, running down his chin, coating Buck's dick and pooling at the base, marking where Eddie's managed to take him the furthest into his throat. Eddie's been working hard for it to be as far as it is, choking and gagging on Buck until he could get it just right and promptly discovering that he likes it when he chokes, likes it when Buck hits the back of his throat and makes him cough, likes the effort it takes because Buck's dick is as big as the rest of him and he loves it– Loves him. He never even considered that he'd like being the smaller person, that he'd like it if there was this much skin and muscle to touch, to squeeze, to pull, before Buck. The best part is, it goes both ways.
There's a string of spit connecting his lips to Buck's dick and an accompanying groan from above when Eddie pulls away and lets it fall from his mouth. He's just as sad to leave Buck hanging like this, but they have plans and they're not twenty anymore, so it's either this or it's going to take them hours to finish what they started and they don't have the time. One day, when the house is empty again and neither of them has to work, Eddie's going to make Buck come as many times as humanly possible. Today is not that day. And that's okay, because they have all the time in the world.
"Eddie," Buck whines a little bit, undone and worked up, his dick hanging heavy between his legs. "Please."
"I don't want you to come yet," Eddie replies, his voice raspy and shot and, with Buck's surprisingly steady hand on his arm, manages to get back up despite his creaking knees. He really is getting too old for this. "I told you I had plans," He says before pulling Buck down into a kiss, smiling into it when he trembles under Eddie's fingers and licks into his mouth, tasting himself on his tongue.
"What kind of plans?" Buck asks when they break apart to take a breath, his lips brushing Eddie's as he speaks.
"That's for me to know and for you to find out." Eddie ignores Buck's exaggerated sigh and kisses him again, the hand he used to pull him down with squeezing Buck's neck and the other running up his side, thumb digging into the soft tissue. Buck's hands twitch where they're latching onto Eddie's elbow and waist. There's a moment where Buck forgets himself, his body attracted to Eddie's like a magnet, and his hard dick brushes against Eddie's clothed hip. He twitches, whole–bodily, and gasps into Eddie's mouth, immediately trying to repeat the motion, desperate to get himself off.
"Stop," Eddie says. It's gentle – not even an order – and Buck listens immediately with only the smallest frown between his eyebrows. "We should take this to bed."
"We probably should," Buck agrees and places one more soft kiss on Eddie's lips, as if taking any opportunity just because he's allowed. He's been doing this a lot – stealing kisses between fire trucks, pushing Eddie against the lockers, dragging him into a kiss as they pull into the firehouse, bumping his knee into Eddie's in the truck and having it mean something this time. He's so clearly and obviously happy and in love, it makes Eddie a little sad that he didn't notice Buck's feelings for him earlier. Or that he didn't notice his own feelings for Buck.
"Okay." He takes a deep breath and pulls away, moving his hand down to hold Buck's. "We should go before we desecrate the kitchen more than we already have."
As if picking Buck up and sitting him down on the counter, making out with him like that for way longer than appropriate at their big age and then sucking him off next to the oven didn't already desecrate it enough. They'll go on a cleaning spree tomorrow or something.
Buck only stumbles a bit as they make their way to the bedroom, for once in their lives keeping their hands to themselves. The faster they get there, the faster Eddie can get his mouth on Buck and, besides, they need a real bed for what he's planned. Neither of them is young enough to have sex on the floor or against the wall without some serious repercussions the next day. Not with Buck's leg, that's for sure, so Eddie resolutely does not turn around and shove him against the wall until they're in the bedroom. And even there, all he does is tell Buck to sit down on the bed.
And then he kneels in front of him again.
Before Buck can get any ideas, he starts working on his jeans and underwear, pulling them down his legs and undressing him in a few practiced motions.
"Scoot up," Eddie tells him and gets back up, ignoring the obvious disappointment on Buck's face. "Take off your shirt."
Usually, he would drag this out. But he's been straining against his jeans for the past thirty minutes or so and what he really needs is to get fucked by his boyfriend already. He takes his own clothes off quickly, probably too quickly judging by the small pout on Buck's face, and gets on the bed, kneeling between Buck's legs again.
"What?" He asks teasingly. "You wanted a show?"
"I always want a show," Buck mumbles, pulling Eddie closer by the neck. He goes willingly, one hand propping him up above Buck and the other smoothing down his chest, squeezing his pec because, obviously, and then moving down to his soft tummy. Buck's breath is warm against Eddie's face when he laughs, the sound soft and sweet. "It tickles."
"My apologies, princess." Eddie relents and presses his hand into Buck's side, the touch solid and, hopefully, grounding.
"It's okay," Buck replies, smiling fondly. "I'm still waiting on that big plan of yours."
"You'll find out soon enough," Eddie promises, running his hand down Buck's side and to his bare hip. He thumbs at his hip bone, presses down until he leaves a barely–there white imprint on Buck's skin. Buck, too impatient and needy, pulls him down by the neck, Eddie's cheek bumping into his lips before his brain catches up to his body and he turns his head, kissing Buck just like he wanted. "Okay, okay," Eddie says after pulling away, his breath coming quicker because Buck's always been able to take him apart with just a kiss. "Stop distracting me."
"It's not my fault it's working." Buck shrugs with a satisfied smile, his blunt nails scratching at the back of Eddie's neck and up into his hair. "Do you even know how much I love you?"
The question catches Eddie by surprise. Being told someone loves him always does and he's not ready to unpack why, exactly, that is. It pulls at his heart like someone's trying to drag it out of his chest and out of his throat and make him cough it up. It's warm and fuzzy and he's a little bit dizzy with it because– Buck loves him, Buck loves him, him and nobody else, at least not that way. Buck is his and this isn't a dream or a figment of Eddie's imagination. Buck's skin is hot under his fingertips, soft in one place and calloused in others and his eyes are impossibly blue and kind as he waits for Eddie to answer.
"I love you," He says, all of the air escaping his lungs. "I love you so much."
"I know," Buck replies like it's a given and smiles softly. Eddie feels– He feels like crying, a little bit. "I love you too."
Eddie has to hide his face in Buck's neck because he knows his cheeks are all red and Buck has taken to making fun of him for it. He says Eddie blushes strawberry red and that it makes him look like a princess, which is simply untrue and Eddie will not have that.
Kissing the side of Buck's neck and nipping the thin skin with his teeth is a sure way to distract Buck again, though. Eddie leaves a trail of wet kisses and bites down the column of his throat, careful not to leave any marks when he sucks at the skin. Buck's hand settles in his hair, tugging lightly and pushing Eddie's head down when he needs more friction, more touch, more everything. Eddie ignores Buck's desperate attempts and reaches for the lube where it sits on their bedside table. He hears the tiniest inhale and feels Buck's chest expand under his palm, skin shifting over his ribs. And Eddie has a plan, he has this whole thing planned, but he just can't help himself from cupping one of Buck's pecs in his hand and squeezing.
"Eddie, come on," Buck whines, as if he doesn't like it. "Please, get on with it."
"Get on with it? Really?" He raises an unimpressed eyebrow, looking up at Buck's sheepish smile. "I could just leave you hanging like this. Forget about my whole plan. How I wanted you to fuck me full of your cum…" He trails off, watching his boyfriend closely. There's another sharp inhale, Buck's eyes fluttering closed at the idea. He shivers whole–bodily, arching his back under Eddie, and swallows.
"That's not– You wouldn't be making such a fuss about it if it was just that," Buck says confidently, looking at Eddie as if he wants to figure him out like a puzzle. "Tell me," He demands, eager like a damn puppy.
"You're so impatient." Eddie can't help but smile fondly at the way Buck scrunches his nose.
"Everyone knows that." Buck levels him with a look. "Just tell me."
"You'll see." Eddie tilts his head, shifting his position to get his knees to bracket Buck's hips instead. "Only if you're good for me, though."
"I'll be good." Buck nods quickly, desperate little breaths escaping his throat. "I'll be so good for you, Eddie, I promise–"
"I believe you," Eddie leans down and kisses him, slow and gentle because Buck's about ready to start vibrating out of his own skin. "Just lay there and look pretty for me, okay, sweetheart?"
Buck nods obediently, his hands tentatively reaching for Eddie's knees where they sit against his sides. He always craves touch, no matter where they are or what they're doing – it's grounding, reassuring and Eddie doesn't mind it at all – but the need increases tenfold when they're having sex. It's like Buck needs to make sure, ten times over, that Eddie's really there, and real, and his, and if something as simple as a touch reassures him, it would be cruel to say no. So Eddie nods, the corners of his lips twitching fondly when Buck puts his palms on the tops of his highs and runs his thumbs down the soft muscle.
"Hey." Eddie catches his attention, his free hand briefly settling on the top of Buck's. The simple silver band of his engagement ring shines dimly when Eddie grazes it with his thumb for good luck. "I love you."
"You just told me two minutes ago," Buck replies, looking at him with the fondest smile.
"I'd tell you every second for the rest of my life if I could."
Buck's face does that funny thing where he smiles so hard that it starts to look painful, and he turns his palm over under the Eddie's to intertwine their fingers.
"I love you too."
Eddie's chest feels so full of warmth and love and Buck that he feels like he might burst open.
"You have to let go of my hand, babe," He says instead, even though he doesn't want to miss the feelings of Buck's hand in his, either.
"I really don't want to." Buck smiles sheepishly. "Please?"
Eddie can't really say no when Buck turns the puppy eyes on him, so he just sighs and hands him the lube after popping the cap open.
"Squeeze some onto my hand." He reaches with his free hand, the left one – thank god he's more or less ambidextrous – and waits for Buck's body to catch up to his brain. He squeezes a moderate amount of lube onto Eddie's hand and then, to his surprise, onto his own dick.
"What?" Buck asks when he notices Eddie's raised eyebrows. "Less work later." He throws the bottle to the side, ignores the way it slides off the bed and onto the floor, and wraps his hand around his cock with a visible sigh of relief.
Eddie doesn't make him stop just yet, mostly because he enjoys watching Buck's face – eyebrows furrowed and mouth open in a breathless sigh – as he jerks himself off. He brings his own behind himself, the lube already warmed up by his body heat, and doesn't waste any time in pushing a finger inside. Usually, if it was Buck opening him up, they would take their time. But Eddie's always been impatient and his own fingers just don't feel as good, so he adds a second one as soon as he knows it won't hurt. Buck is still looking at him, lazily stroking his cock, eyes jumping between Eddie's eyes and his fingers disappearing inside of him. There's a flicker of worry on his face when Eddie hisses after adding the third one, his wrist cramping from the uncomfortable position, but all it takes is a nod and a firm squeeze of his hand to reassure him that Eddie's fine.
"Hands on my legs, hips or hands, nowhere else, okay?" Eddie asks after slipping his fingers out of himself and wiping his hand in their duvet, even though it's more of an order than anything. "And don't come until I tell you to."
Buck nods eagerly, letting go of his dick with a sad little pout and putting his slick hand on Eddie's thigh. His eyebrows furrow a little in what Eddie thinks is concern, probably because he definitely could have taken better care of stretching himself open, but Buck doesn't comment.
Eddie's nervous, to say the least, as he lines them up. He holds his breath in anticipation, careful not to hurt either of them as he sinks down, barely an inch, and trembles through the initial pain. He just needs a second, that's all it is, and Buck's thumb is rubbing circles into his thigh in a comforting manner. He opens his eyes, not even having realized he'd closed them, and locks them with Buck's, his shaky thighs betraying him and making him sink further down on his cock.
"Fuck," He breathes out and then bites his lower lip to stop the whine that threatens to break out of his throat. Buck's hand squeezes his and, fuck, his fiancé looks at him like– Eddie doesn't even know how to begin to describe it. He doesn't know how to describe or say anything, not when Buck's dick is splitting him open.
Neither of them can muffle their broken gasps when Eddie's ass finally meets Buck's thighs. He needs a second– Just a second, because he feels so full and simultaneously too hot and too cold and it feels like Buck's everywhere and he can tell he's just as desperate to move as he is, but Eddie asked him not to move and he's sure that he won't. The thought alone makes his chest feel all warm and if he wasn't preoccupied with trying not to come on Buck's dick in two seconds flat, he'd tell him he loves him one more time, just for good measure.
When he finally does move, the feeling of Buck's cock moving inside of him still catches him by surprise. It always does and all he can do is squeeze the life out of Buck's hand and watch his face, contorted in pleasure, mouth open and eyebrows furrowed in that pretty quirk Eddie loves, as he tries to suppress the twitching in his hips and the urge to fuck up into Eddie.
"Good boy," Eddie manages to breathe out, still only shallowly rising and falling back on Buck's dick, and elicits a very pretty moan and an accompanying shiver in response. "You're such a good boy for me." He picks up the pace, resting his free hand on Buck's side to keep himself steady as he rides his cock. "You're always perfect for me."
Buck's whole face twists in obvious pleasure and his chest flushes pink as he listens to Eddie's praise. He nods dumbly, staring up at him like he's his entire world and Eddie feels a bit dizzy with the power he holds over Buck. With the trust Buck puts in his hands, with the way he puts his life on the line and just believes that Eddie has his back. With the fact that Buck's willing to give away his control and let Eddie take whatever he wants. It's intoxicating. Eddie wants to use this power and make him the happiest man alive.
"I can't wait to marry you," He says without thinking, his breath coming in short puffs and thighs straining from the pace he didn't even notice setting. "I love you, Buck, fuck–" His dick is straining and bouncing in the air, ridiculously hard and dripping over Buck's stomach and he can't fucking think– Buck feels so good inside him, so deep and perfect, just like the rest of him.
"I love you," Buck chokes out, too far gone to form a more complicated reply. "Eddie, Eddie–"
And that's– That's a problem, because Buck can't come yet and, judging by his tense shoulders and shaky breathing, he's about to.
Eddie sinks down and stops, only then realizing how much his thighs are burning. Buck whines, nails digging into Eddie's thigh, and throws his head back against the pillow.
"You can't come without permission, princess," Eddie reminds him, swallowing heavily as he waits out Buck's body.
"But I was so close." Buck looks at him with the saddest expression on his face. "Eddie…"
"You can safe word out," Eddie reminds him unhelpfully, aware that Buck remembers and is most likely trying to negotiate an earlier orgasm by weaponizing his puppy eyes. "Got it?"
Buck nods with a pout, his hand squeezing Eddie's. He can't help but smile softly in response, and very deliberately resume the movement of his hips.
There's something about riding Buck that makes Eddie feel insane. A part of it is the control, the knowledge that he's the one dictating things, that he's putting Buck in his place and making him feel taken care of, taking some of the weight off of his shoulders. The rest of it is that it feels fucking good and he loves the way Buck's big cock feels inside of him. He didn't think he would, back when gay sex was only a theory and some poorly thought out fantasies, but the moment he and Buck had sex for the first time, he knew he'd been missing out. Mostly on Buck, but also– It just feels good, physically. It feels really fucking good, especially because it's Buck's dick and Eddie's done this enough times by now to know how to angle his hips just right and keep a pace that won't tire him out too quickly and if he just moves a bit to the left–
"Oh, fuck," He shivers whole bodily, a jolt of pleasure radiating through his limbs and to his cock. "Fuck, you're so good for me."
"I am?" Buck asks, his voice breaking. He's being so good, keeping still and letting Eddie take what he wants and, true to his promise, he's doing everything not to come. "I'm good?"
Eddie can't reply immediately because Buck's dick brushing against his prostate takes away most of his faculties, so he shifts his weight and resumes his pace, knowing that this isn't about him. At least not entirely, and he's not looking to get overstimulated before he can take care of Buck.
"Of course you are." He brushes his thumb along the top of Buck's hand, neither of them caring that there's a small puddle of precum spreading on Buck's stomach or that they're both starting to get covered with a thin sheen of sweat. "You're always so good for me. So pretty and–" He chokes down a moan, hips stuttering because, fuck, Buck feels good inside of him. "Obedient and perfect. You're my– Fuck, you're my good boy, yeah?"
"Yes, yes, Eddie, I'm–" Buck's hips raise to meet Eddie's and he immediately stops, sinking down and trying to keep his composure as Buck jerks underneath him, eyes closed and body tense in an effort to stop his fast approaching orgasm. He moans brokenly, his dick twitching inside of Eddie, and finally relaxes back into the covers, breathing as if he'd just ran a marathon.
"Good boy," Eddie says and can't help an amused smile when Buck's rock hard, leaking dick gives a weak twitch inside of him again.
"You can't just say that," Buck whines in–between heavy breaths. "E–Eddie, I don't think I can keep it in next time," He admits honestly, looking away with a sad little expression. Eddie immediately squeezes his hand and waits until Buck looks him in the eyes.
"Is it too much?"
"No, It's just–" Buck clears his throat, his face impossibly flushing an even deeper shade of red. He looks cute when he's embarrassed and Eddie immediately knows he'll agree to anything Buck could ask for. "I genuinely don't think I'll be able to stop. I know you want to play, but– Can I come this time?"
How could Eddie ever say "No" when Buck's asking him this nicely?
"On one condition," He says, smoothing his hand down Buck's side in an effort to comfort him. "I need to come first. Okay?"
Buck nods enthusiastically instead of using his words, which Eddie accepts easily. He settles back into a proper position and brings their joined hands to his lips, kissing Buck's wrist before reluctantly letting go and putting both of his hands on Buck's chest. For stability, of course. The fact that they're cupping Buck's perfect, big tits doesn't really matter.
"Wait until I tell you to move and to come, okay?" Eddie asks. Buck should know that he won't hold off on either without a good reason, should trust him enough to know that his request to let him come this time was taken seriously. And he does, nodding easily and looking up at Eddie, squinting like he's as blinding as the sun.
This time, Eddie focuses on his own pleasure, first. He feels the drag of Buck's cock inside of him, the slow, satisfying movement. He picks up the pace quickly, too keyed up to savor this, too cock–drunk to care. He wants Buck inside of him, impossibly closer, deep enough that he can feel him in his throat. He wants to feel as if Buck is forever a part of him, as if he has a permanent residence in his chest, until they're one. He wants and wants and wants and soon enough he's bouncing on Buck's cock, thighs and his own dick aching. Buck trembles sweetly underneath him and the sound of breathy moans fills the room without Eddie realizing they're coming out of his own mouth and he's been just as desperate to get off as Buck, so when he reluctantly moves his hand from Buck to his mouth just to spit on it and then jerk himself off, he nearly loses it. Everything is too much, his hand is too rough and Buck's so impossibly deep inside of him and there's nothing he can do to stop the orgasm rolling through him, cum painting Buck's chest and stomach, but to say:
"Fuck me, Buck, you can move, fuck–"
Buck doesn't even wait until he's finished – he presses his feet into the mattress and fucks up into him, intensifying his already wracking orgasm and making him lose his composure completely. Eddie practically falls onto him, uncaring about the cum now painting his chest, his dick still twitching and the aftershocks rendering him useless. He gave Buck permission and they both know he likes this, even if it hurts, so when Buck starts properly fucking him, all he can do is tuck his face into his neck, hold onto his broad shoulders and take it. It's too much– Painful and so fucking good at the same time, overstimulating him until he's shaking. Buck doesn't even care to muffle his moans anymore, he just holds Eddie by the waist and fucks up into him like he's trying to split him in half. Eddie can't form a coherent sentence, can't think, can't even breathe while Buck is rearranging his insides like this, but he still manages to whisper a hoarse, broken "Come" into Buck's neck, his breath ghosting over his skin.
It only takes a few messy thrusts after that. Buck starts coming nearly immediately, crying out loudly and going out of rhythm as he buries himself balls deep into Eddie and fills him up. His orgasm lasts forever – or at least that's what it feels like to Eddie, who's so overstimulated from Buck pounding into him so hard and fast so soon after he came that his brain might as well be fried.
Buck finally stills after an indefinite amount of time. He doesn't pull out and Eddie couldn't move if he tried, so they just lay there, cum smeared between them and slowly dripping out of Eddie as Buck's dick softens inside him. They don't say anything – just breathe and recover.
Eddie's nearly falling asleep by the time Buck's brain catches up with his body and he tightens his hold around him, having regained control of his limbs. He leans down to place a kiss on Eddie's sweaty forehead.
"I love you," Eddie mumbles in response. "We'll cleanup after a nap."
"Yessir. Love you too."
The last thing he registers before falling asleep is Buck pulling the sheets over his bare back and cradling Eddie's head to his shoulder.