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This is exactly where Buck loves to be, wrapped up in Eddie’s arms.
They’d put on a movie a couple of hours ago, one whose credits have long ceased playing. In their defense, they had actually managed to make it most of the way through the movie before their attention drifted elsewhere. Okay, so specifically Buck’s attention. There had been a lull of action in the movie, and the acting wasn’t enough to hold Buck’s focus, so naturally, he looked over at Eddie, at his boyfriend.
It’s a title he loves, one he probably says a little bit too often, but it’s still new, it still gives him butterflies just to say it. It’s been just over two months now, and Buck’s never been happier. It may have taken them far too many years to figure out their feelings, but now that they have, things are perfect.
Perfect, that’s exactly how it feels now, to have Eddie’s arms around his waist as they kiss, hands smoothing up and down his sides, back, and ass. Buck has always loved kissing, probably more than the average person, but kissing Eddie? There’s nothing that compares. He’s a little bit obsessed, actually, and he has no problems indulging himself.
Catching Eddie’s bottom lip between his own, he sucks softly as he pulls back, pulling Eddie’s lip with him before letting it release with a soft, wet, suctioning noise. There’s no time wasted before Buck dives back in, pressing his own kiss-swollen lips against Eddie’s and working his tongue into Eddie’s mouth, feeling the sharp points and gentle divots of Eddie’s teeth.
Eddie takes over, his tongue battling with Buck’s, and Buck is inundated with need, his hips rolling against Eddie’s, the angle not quite right for either of them to get enough pressure to really feel great, but it’s enough to pull matching grunts from both of them, the noises swallowed up by each other, and it’s enough to have Buck doing it again. And again. And—
“Buck,” Eddie says, gasping as he wrenches himself away from Buck. “Buck,” he repeats when Buck ruts against him again.
The words finally register in Buck’s lust-addled mind, and he blinks down at Eddie a few times before his pink, swollen lips spread into a smile, wide and toothy, “Yeah?” He asks, before leaning down to steal another quick kiss. Eddie puffs out a soft laugh against Buck’s lips, and Buck can’t help but trail his lips along Eddie’s jaw.
“I know we have the house to ourselves, but c’mon,” Eddie says as he works his hand into the limited space between them. It’s just enough to get his palms against Buck’s chest, and Buck whines as he feels Eddie pushing him up. “You end up with a sore leg every time we fuck around on the couch,” Eddie reminds him. “So get up, we have a perfectly good bed. Where we can do whatever you want, and I won’t have to listen to you complain tomorrow.”
Buck wants to be annoyed, but he’s not. He knows Eddie’s right, and honestly, he can’t be annoyed when Eddie gives him a soft, knowing grin. Instead of pushing, he gives in and gets himself upright with a groan, the distant ache in his knee already apparent as soon as he stands. It wanes with a quick few steps, but it does further prove that Eddie is right, that he would be sore tomorrow if they’d stayed on the couch much longer.
Eddie looking out for him and taking care of him isn’t something new, having gone on far longer than their relationship. It’s never been one-sided, either, the two caring for each other, understanding each other, and just, well, always being there for each other, no matter what, from the beginning. It’s part of the reason it had taken them so long to figure out their feelings, but it’s also how Buck knows that there’s still something Eddie isn’t opening up to him about. It’s something Buck doesn’t push too hard about, something deep and personal to Eddie that he’s sure Eddie will tell him in time.
Buck reaches out a hand and tugs Eddie up off the couch and onto his feet, his free hand wrapping around to the small of his back to stabilize him. Buck slides his hand up, feeling the hard muscle lining Eddie’s back through his thin, worn t-shirt. Eddie meets his eyes, and Buck swears something flashes over them, like he’s about to say something, but instead he takes a step back, raising an eyebrow before reaching forward and grabbing a fistful of Buck’s shirt to pull him in.
Buck stumbles forward, his hands finding Eddie’s hips, gripping them tightly, and murmuring, “Thought we were going to the bedr—” Buck teases, but Eddie’s sealing his mouth over Buck’s before he can finish.
The trip to the bedroom takes longer than normal, the two of them unable to part from each other for longer than a few seconds. They back into a number of things, and at one point, Eddie ends up backed against the wall, Buck’s arms under his thighs, holding him up as he buries his face in Eddie’s neck, teeth scraping at the skin before his tongue soothes the sting.
They stay like that until Eddie finally pants out Buck’s name, breathless. Buck rears his head back, eyes glazed and out of focus. “You in a hurry?” He mumbles, before ducking his head down to nose against Eddie’s jaw and up to his ear. “We’ve got all night,” he reminds Eddie before letting his teeth catch on his earlobe, tugging lightly.
“Am I supposed to pretend I can’t feel how hard you are right now?” Eddie says with a laugh, one that bleeds into a moan when Buck sucks against the sensitive spot where neck meets shoulder. “You want me just as bad,” Eddie says, voice deeper, raspier, as Buck moves his mouth over Eddie’s neck and jaw, leaving spit-slick patches as he continues. “You wanna get on my dick so bad,” he continues, and Buck whines against Eddie’s neck. “Yeah, you do. You can’t even get to the bedroom, you want it so bad. Even willing to fuck up your knee trying to get fucked on the couch.” Eddie keeps talking, his hands on Buck’s shoulders.
Buck knows what he’s trying to do, to urge him to move to the bedroom, to push him to the point that he’ll start to rush them along. Eddie doesn’t get like this often, where he lets loose and speaks freely, and Buck revels in it every chance he gets, so he lets Eddie’s words work their magic.
Buck’s heart races in his chest as he slowly lowers Eddie until his feet touch the floor. He has half a mind to carry Eddie into the bedroom, but he’s too keyed up himself, muscles weak with desperation. Eddie leads this time, first tugging his shirt over his head, and then making his way to the bedroom without Buck, and it has Buck following him quickly, shedding his own shirt, and coming up behind him to wrap his arms around his waist.
His thumbs rub against Eddie’s stomach, feeling the soft coating of hair over heated skin. Eddie keeps walking, and Buck mirrors his steps, keeping himself nearly glued to Eddie’s back, grinding his hips forward, his dick digging into the small of Eddie’s back.
As they cross the threshold of the bedroom, Buck’s hands slip lower, slipping under the waistband of Eddie’s sweats. First, he cups Eddie through his briefs, slowly palming against Eddie’s cock, hard and straining against the material. Feeling a damp patch with his thumb, Buck worries the spot, moving his thumb back and forth against it until he feels Eddie shudder, finally pulling back his touch when Eddie sucks in a breath. He doesn’t remove his hands from Eddie’s pants; instead, he smooths his hands over Eddie’s thighs, pinching the inner material between his knuckles and tugging.
It doesn’t take much; a swift tug pulls the waistband down over Eddie’s hips, and the material drops to the ground shortly after. Eddie easily steps out of the pooled sweats, and Buck lets him step out of his hold, quickly shucking his own lounge pants and kicking them to the side.
Looking up at Eddie, Buck can’t help but flush. Eddie looks ravenous.
Buck takes the first step forward, but Eddie reaches out first once he’s closed the distance between them, curling his hands around either side of Buck’s neck, thumbs softly skating over his neck as he overtakes Buck’s lips in a near-bruising kiss. Eddie takes control of the kiss, easily, Buck doing little more than letting him have his way with his mouth.
By the time Buck realizes Eddie’s moving him around, the back of his legs hit the bed, and Eddie pushes him back, letting him fall back onto the bed, bouncing roughly with the force of his weight hitting the springy mattress. He feels like prey with the way Eddie looks at him. There’s something different in him tonight, something intense and exciting, and something that feels so purely Eddie Buck can’t help but feel giddy about it. It’s like he’s been caught, the predator above him sizing him up, eyes and lips voracious.
Eddie covers him in no time, dipping down to kiss and nip a line from his navel up to his chest, tongue swirling over a nipple before catching it between his teeth and shifting his bite side to side, the sensitive nub pinched and rolled. Buck tosses his head back, hissing through his teeth as he sucks in a sharp breath.
“Eddie,” Buck groans, and Eddie releases him, looking up at him with a smile, cheeks rosy. Buck loves them, wants to reach out and pinch them, to spend all of his time kissing those red cheeks, but his own cock, hard and aching, is leading him elsewhere.
Scooting further back onto the bed, Buck wriggles just out of Eddie’s reach, like a game to see if Eddie will chase. Eddie takes the opportunity to shimmy out of his briefs before hooking his fingers into the sides of Buck’s, tugging them rather unceremoniously off of his legs before tossing them to the side.
Tucking his chin to his chest, Buck can’t resist looking down the line of Eddie’s body to the heavy cock between his legs, flushed red at the head, where Buck is pale pink.
He leans low, pressing a soft kiss to the inside of Buck’s knee before crawling up onto the bed and over Buck.
“Hi,” Buck says, suppressing a soft chuckle blooming in his chest.
“Hi, sweetheart,” Eddie practically purrs in response, dark eyes looking down at Buck.
“Can I suck you off?” Buck blurts out, mouth watering as soon as the idea formed in his mind.
“Do I ever say no to that?” Eddie answers with a laugh, working his way back off the bed again and pulling Buck up to sitting. “How d’you want me?”
Buck hums, mulling it over in his mind, before grabbing a pillow from the bed and tossing it onto the floor. “You just stand there and look pretty, okay?” Buck says with a grin as he drops down to his knees in front of Eddie.
“I think I can manage that,” Eddie says smoothly, before sucking in a sharp breath as Buck wraps a hand around the base of his cock. Eddie reaches down, sliding a hand into Buck’s hair and gripping, not moving him around, just grounding himself in Buck’s curls.
Rather than wasting time, Buck ducks his head and swallows Eddie down, bobbing his head as he goes, keeping the pace the way that Eddie likes it, the way Buck knows Eddie likes because of how practiced he is at it, hardly able to keep his mouth off of him since they’d gotten together.
The hand in Buck’s hair grips tightly as Eddie’s hips stutter, and Buck knows. He knows Eddie’s close, and it only urges him on, looking up at Eddie through watery eyes as he works his tongue against the thick vein running along the underside of Eddie’s cock, adding any stimulation he can, immediately desperate to pull the orgasm from Eddie.
Except when he thinks Eddie’s about to tug him forward and spill down his throat, he tugs him off of his cock with such force that Buck tumbles backward, onto his back on the floor.
“What the fuck?" Buck asks, breathless, raspy, his throat raw, and the wind knocked out of him from his landing.
He hears something while he lies there for a moment, catching his breath. He has to be imagining it, though, because it sounds wet. When he sits up—
“What the fuck?” Buck repeats, in pure shock.
He’s losing his mind. Holy shit, he’s losing his mind.
Eddie’s there, still standing in the same spot as he had been, but things are different. Skin that had once been tan is now stained with purple, darker in some spots, barely noticeable in others. It seems to be concentrated around his joints, the color darkest around his knees, elbows, and shoulders. The color spreads from the concentrated areas, fading into a barely there hint of color. The purple splotching isn’t the only difference; the texture is wrong, like he’d be slippery to the touch where the coloring was the most opaque. The only thing that seems completely untouched was his head and the central parts of his chest and torso.
That isn’t the most noticeable difference. No, that’s certainly what’s sprouting from behind Eddie.
First, there are…tentacles? Tendrils? Buck doesn’t know what to call them, and it’s hard to get a good look at them. Eddie keeps trying to shield them with his body. From what Buck can see, they’re a dark eggplant color, some smooth, some lined with ringed suckers. They’re big, too long for Eddie to actually hide fully behind his frame. They’re all wet, or slimy, even. It has to be what Buck was hearing.
There isn’t really any point in hiding them, not when there are two nearly black, almost bat-like wings coming from his shoulder blades. They aren’t huge, but they certainly aren’t small. He can see the seemingly fragile boning around the top edges, splaying down to the bottom, all connected with a thin, translucent skin.
Fear should be coursing through him. He should be afraid of whatever has happened to Eddie, but he’s not. Eddie’s not freaking out. This isn’t new to him, and that means it’ll all be fine, right?
“Buck, I’m. Fuck, I’m sorry. I didn’t want you to see this,” Eddie rattles the words off, voice unsteady, like he’s about to break.
“Eddie,” Buck starts, trying to form coherent words despite the thousand thoughts running through his mind. “What’s going on?” Is what he settles on.
“I should just go. I’ll, I’ll call you or something later,” Eddie says, nodding to himself. “Yeah, I’ll call you in a few days if you’re okay with that?” He asks before clarifying, “With talking to me again, I mean."
“Wait!” Buck shouts as Eddie starts to shuffle sideways, like he can make it out of the room without having to turn his back to Buck. “I don’t want you to leave, Eddie. I just am a little, uh, confused?”
Confused is correct because, despite having zero understanding of what he’s seeing, it’s still Eddie, and his thoughts aren’t pure, especially when Eddie licks his lips nervously, and Buck notices that his tongue looks different, slightly tapered, and if he had wager a guess, it’s a bit longer, too.
Eddie looks confused, too, but at Buck’s words, like he can’t fathom why Buck would want him to stay.
“Please,” Buck pleads, finally pulling himself off the ground to stand. “Talk to me.”
All Buck wants is to try and meet Eddie’s eyes, but they seem to be glued to the floor, unwilling to look up at Buck again.
“Eddie,” he whispers, closing the distance between them quickly. He cups Eddie’s jaw, thumb brushing over his skin as he tilts Eddie’s head up to look at him. “Baby, you’ve gotta talk to me.”
“Why?” Eddie croaks.
“Well, you’ve got, uh, wings and tentacles. And your skin is a little…” Buck trails off, reaching out to drag a finger around Eddie’s elbow, where the purple coloring is deepest. “Wet,” he starts, pulling his hands away and rubbing his fingers together, eyebrow raising when there is no moisture to be found. “Okay. Not wet, but slippery? Purple. Definitely purple.” Eddie’s still not talking, and now Buck can’t stop.
“No, why aren’t you running away?” Buck’s never heard him sound like this, frantic and confused, full of stressed disbelief.
“You can’t get rid of me that easily,” Buck answers simply.
“I’m a fucking monster, Buck. I didn’t want you to see me like this.” The last sentence comes out like a plea, like he’s begging to take it all back, to hide away from Buck again. “I never wanted you to know, never wanted anyone to know.”
“I’m still here,” Buck assures him, the hand cupping Eddie’s cheek moving, slipping around the back of his neck, fingertips brushing through the hair at the nape of his neck. “You’re not going to scare me away. I, uh, kinda like it, actually.” The admission slips past Buck’s lips, and he quickly clamps them shut.
He hadn’t meant to reveal that, but it’s not a lie. It’s still Eddie, despite the differences. The differences: the wings, the slithery tendrils moving behind Eddie, are appealing in their own right, in a way Buck hasn’t ever thought of before. It makes him a little hot to think about.
“You…like it?” Eddie asks, a hand reaching up to hold Buck’s forearm, and the hold is relaxed, like he’s finally letting some of his worry go. “You aren’t disgusted?”
Buck can’t help but let out a little bark of laughter. “Definitely not. Curious, mostly.”
“Curious?” Eddie quirks an eyebrow when he asks, looking Buck up and down.
“Not what I meant! Well, yeah, kind of what I meant,” Buck admits with a little grin, finally dropping his hand from Eddie. “But mainly, how did this happen? What are you?”
“I don’t know,” Eddie admits with a forced laugh. “My family doesn’t talk about it, but it happens randomly in my family, on my dad’s side. It skipped him, but his dad was like this, too.”
“You don’t know where it came from?” Buck asks, head tilting slightly to the side.
He’s having trouble focusing now, eyes locked onto a tendril behind Eddie that’s swaying side to side, tip flicking at random intervals. His thoughts are filled with possibilities, with what Eddie could do in this new form.
“Nope,” Eddie says, shaking his head, his wings shifting slightly. “It goes way back in the family tree.”
“Chris?” Buck questions.
“Nope,” Eddie repeats, shaking his head. “Skipped him, thankfully.”
“Right, good,” Buck says, half in a daze, eyes still following the swinging tendril, heat pooling in his belly.
“So, you can uh, do this just whenever?”
“In theory, yeah. Gotta be comfortable.” Eddie mumbles his answer, and it doesn’t help Buck understand.
Feeling just as lost as before, he raises an eyebrow and asks, “Comfortable?”
Eddie sighs, looking down at his hands before trailing back up to meet Buck’s eyes. Buck pretends not to notice the way even his wings seem to dip lower when he looks down.
“If my body thinks it’s not safe, nothing happens. I have to be comfortable in my situation. Usually, I can only do it when I’m alone.”
Buck’s honored that Eddie, or his body, trusts him enough to let him see this. He wants to know everything that there is to know about Eddie, wants him to feel like he can open up to him. That’s really all Buck’s ever wanted from Eddie, just to be let in and allowed to wrap him in layers of joy and acceptance.
“Does it feel good? Like taking your shoes off after a long shift?” Buck asks after a moment of letting pride build in his chest.
Eddie laughs, a hearty one that seems to come from his gut. “Kinda, yeah.”
"Don’t laugh at me! It’s the only comparison I’ve got!” Buck says in mock defense.
“I’m not laughing at you! I just wasn’t expecting it. It’s really not far off.” Eddie shakes his head slightly, his grin growing on his face.
“Can you control them?” Buck blurts out.
“What?”
“The,” Buck starts, waving his hand in the direction of the mess of tentacles behind him, “whatever those are.”
“Yeah,” Eddie confirms, shoulders and wings shaking with a chuckle. “I can.”
One of the tendrils, the one Buck had been watching, moves over Eddie’s shoulder and wraps around both of Buck’s. He can’t help but gasp as the slimy appendage smooths over his back and shoulders.
“S’wet,” Buck says softly, pupils wide as he looks at Eddie.
“Mhm,” Eddie hums in confirmation, as another tendril moves out from behind him, the tip trailing from Buck’s sternum down his chest and stomach.
A whine bursts from Buck, high and long as he looks down, watching Eddie trail it further down toward Buck’s aching cock.
“You really do like this, hm?” Eddie asks with a chuckle, the tendril wrapping itself loosely around Buck.
“Fuck,” Buck wheezes out, his legs already starting to feel shaky, and Eddie’s barely touched him.
“D’you wanna know how much I can control them?” Eddie’s lips tug to the side to form a smirk that makes a shiver of anticipation run down Buck’s spine, the spark of sensation lighting him up.
He nods and only spends a brief moment wondering what Eddie’s going to do before the tendril tightens around his cock, like a firm grip. It’s wrapped around him right at the root, pressing against Buck’s pelvis to keep from sliding, the slimy substance coating the tendril making it difficult, making him want to thrust through the tight ring; the slide would be so easy.
The soft moan Buck lets out gets muffled as Eddie reaches up, hands on either side of Buck’s face, and pulls him in for a series of hot, panting kisses. The tendril around his shoulder pulls him in as well, and Buck has to reach out and grip Eddie’s biceps to steady himself as he shuffles forward. The other one, the one wrapped around his cock, has started moving, slowly dragging along the length, the slide wet and slippery, a mess of excess, well, goo pooling around the base, caught in the thick thatch of hair there.
As Buck’s hands move over Eddie’s biceps, he feels the way his skin changes, the texture smoothing out, the slick feeling returning as he gets closer to Eddie’s elbows. It’s strange, unusual in a way that should probably disgust him, but instead of being filled with repulsion, all he feels is arousal, his dick still leaking, adding to the slick mess all over his length already.
They stay like that, kissing, sometimes their lips meet, and sometimes they catch a jaw or a cheek, until Buck starts whining consistently, his stomach tightening in pleasure, climax approaching. Other tendrils and a tentacle have come into play, merely touching Buck’s body, one trailing up either side of his torso, the tentacle around his lower back, and the final tendril pressing against Buck’s taint, the thin appendage slipping behind his balls and between his legs easily.
“E-Ed-”
“Shh, I’ve got you.”
The tendril around Buck’s cock tightens at the base, the others stilling their movements, and Buck gasps sharply, sucking in lungfuls of air, his head spinning. Going from overstimulated to this, the lack of movement, feels like he’s been turned upside down and shaken, his brain a spinning top.
Eddie leads him to the bed; the only appendage still touching Buck now is Eddie’s hand, rubbing soft lines up and down Buck’s back as they take the few steps.
Once settled onto his back on the bed, Eddie crawls over him, leaning down to press a soft kiss to his lips.
“Still good?” Eddie asks, and Buck can’t help but let out a laugh.
“So fucking good, dude.”
“You really are into this, you sicko.” Eddie shakes his head and laughs as he says it, but there’s a genuine relief behind the words.
“Your sicko,” Buck says, pulling Eddie down for another kiss.
“Mine, huh? That mean I can do whatever I want?” Eddie asks as his lips travel down Buck’s neck and chest.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Buck babbles as Eddie’s newly elongated tongue flicks over his nipple before encircling it. He switches to the other, giving it the same treatment, and Buck arches in back in pleasure, pushing himself closer to Eddie’s devilish tongue. “Jesus, your tongue, Eddie, holy shit.”
With the length comes agility, able to flick and move with more precision and speed. He trails his mouth down Buck’s stomach, tongue dipping into his belly button until Buck shoves him lower, just to get him away. Eddie doesn’t fight it, easily sliding down the bed until he’s between Buck’s spread legs. He gets his palms against the backs of Buck’s thighs and pushes them up and out, spreading Buck open in front of him.
“Oh my god, please, p-please, need it,” Buck starts to plead as realization dawns on him.
Two tentacles quickly wrap around Buck’s legs, near his knees, stretching his muscles further, keeping him still as Eddie’s hands move to his ass. He gets two handfuls of flesh, spreading him open further, exposing the tight furl of his hole. Eddie dives in quickly, flicking his tongue around Buck’s sensitive rim, and he must have more saliva than usual or something because everything feels so slick so quickly.
Eddie leans down, presses a kiss against Buck’s twitching rim, and then Buck pushes himself to sit up, watching Eddie practically make out with his hole. It’s hot. Jesus, it’s so hot. The wings and tendrils behind him are so fucking hot too, and what he just reaches out and—
“Stop,” Eddie booms as he pulls back from Buck’s skin just enough to bark out the command. “Lay down, stay still.”
Buck’s eyes land on the tendrils squirming around behind him. “No,” he challenges.
“What?”
“Make me,” he says, nodding toward a swaying tendril behind Eddie.
It works exactly the way that he wants it to. In an instant, two tendrils shoot out toward Buck, wrapping around his wrists and tugging, causing him to land on his back, bouncing against the mattress as his support is taken from him. He moans softly as his hands are pushed above his head, one tendril wrapping tightly around both of his wrists like a slimy rope, pressing them into the pillows.
Tugging against the hold, Buck confirms that he really can’t move. It sends a thrill through him, being trapped by Eddie, Eddie who looks like something out of a sci-fi movie. He likes it, the danger, the taboo of it all. It makes his already aching dick twitch where it rests.
Now that Buck is effectively stuck, Eddie dives back in, and this time he doesn’t hold back. Buck hadn’t known he’d been holding back before, but it was nothing like this. Eddie is feasting, working his long, slim tongue inside Buck, and holy fucking shit, it’s deep enough to tease against his prostate. Buck’s hips try to move, whether running from or toward the pleasure he’s not sure, but he can’t. With his legs held up and his hands held down, he’s really, really stuck. He’s folded in half, exposed and on display, and there’s nothing he can do about it.
Precome weeps from Buck’s neglected cock as Eddie eats him out, fucking his tongue in and out of his hole, stretching him open. Sometimes he turns his head, sinks his teeth into the meat of Buck’s ass before turning his attention back to his desperate hole, alternating between sucking on the wrinkled skin around his rim and thrusting his tongue in, out, in, out—
“Eddie!” Buck shouts as Eddie’s tongue really presses against him. It makes his spine feel like it’s melted, nothing but jelly contained by flesh and blood. It doesn’t stop Eddie, only seems to urge him on, tongue pistoning in and out of his hole, deep enough to send that melting spark through Buck’s spine with each movement, his thumb pressing against Buck’s taint, massaging his prostate from both sides. “Eddie, please, please, m-make me come, f-fuck, please,” Buck’s still babbling. He can’t stop himself anymore, the pleading words spilling from his lips like drool, settling in a pathetic puddle on his chest.
Another tendril touches Buck’s chest, but he doesn’t notice it until it’s up near his neck, a slimy trail of slick goo left on his chest. His mouth falls open, panting moans pouring from him, and Eddie takes advantage of it, the tendril sliding to Buck’s lips and quickly pushing in, rubbing against his tongue.
It’s a shock; Buck’s not expecting it, too distracted by the pleasure scorching through him. His lips close around it instinctively, used to Eddie sliding his cock into his mouth. The taste isn’t really all that different, but the feel is very different. Slippery smooth skin replaces warm velvet, and the goo oozing from the tendril itself replaces bitter precome.
He sucks, Eddie lets out a little groan, and that’s all the encouragement Buck needs. He sucks again, harder this time, and the tendril pushes further back, tickling at a gag reflex Buck has long since worked away. Eddie’s tongue is still working over his rim, dipping inside, doing whatever it wants while Buck is pinned, silenced. He can’t stop leaking, precome slowly pumping from his cock as his senses are overwhelmed in the best way.
Allowing himself to get lost in it, he closes his eyes, focuses on the sensation of the tendril fucking in and out of his mouth, his throat making wet clicks with each pass. Apparently, he gets a little too lost in it and moans loudly around the tendril as something more presses against his hole. It’s too big to still be Eddie’s tongue. When he opens his eyes, he sees that Eddie is up on his knees now, no longer lying on his front between his legs. He sees another appendage reaching around from behind Eddie, disappearing between Buck’s legs.
Fuck, it’s another one of the tendrils. The realization makes his hole clench tightly around the tip of the slimy appendage, sucking it in deeper, allowing it to slide further inside him, pulling another pitiful, muffled noise from him.
“I wish you could see yourself,” Eddie says, both tendrils fucking in and out of Buck. “Full and pinned down and all fucking mine.” Buck’s hips jerk, the slightest movement, and Eddie groans again. “You love it, being held down, yeah? Never could do it without help, could I? Not enough hands, always had to rely on ropes or cuffs. That wasn’t what you always wanted, though, was it?” Eddie asks, voice low and rough, another slim tendril working its way into Buck’s ass beside the other. They’re both slim, but Buck cries out at the stretch. “You needed to be restrained by me, held here by me.”
Buck comes.
It sneaks up on him, the combination of the tendrils inside him toying with his prostate, rubbing mercilessly against it. Eddie’s filthy words had pleasure rocketing through his body, the orgasm so powerful it’s almost painful, Buck’s cock kicking against his belly and spraying line after line of white over his chest. The tendril in his mouth quickly pulls back, allowing him to cry out loudly as pleasure overtakes him. It feels like his spine has shot out through his dick, and all he can do after is lie back, panting heavily, his chin and lips shiny with spit and slime and holy shit.
When Buck feels one of the tendrils still inside him start to slide out, he cries out. It’s a rough, hoarse plea. “Don’t stop,” he begs, feeling nowhere near done with this, not when there’s so much more to explore. The exhaustion doesn’t matter; all is shoved aside in favor of lust and adrenaline.
“Oh, I’m nowhere near done with you yet, baby,” Eddie coos, though it sounds a little like a threat. “Just adjusting.”
One at a time, the tendrils slowly slide free from Buck. He’s stretched open, he can feel it, trying to clench down, but he can’t quite. It makes his cock, spent and soft, twitch. He’s got a pretty good refractory period, but even this might be pushing it. He doesn’t care. He knows it’ll be overstimulating, but this whole fucking night is overstimulating, so bring it on.
Buck isn’t empty for long. Eddie does, though, stop and admire it, even reaches out and rubs a thumb over it, the tip of the digit dipping inside because he’s just that open. It disappears quickly; instead, another appendage is there, prodding its way inside. This one is bigger, thicker right from the get-go. It’s still tapered, too small at the tip to be Eddie’s cock. Buck thinks it might just be another tendril, a bigger one this time, but as soon as it really breaches him, pushes further inside, Buck knows it’s not. It’s different, it’s textured, firmer, and each segment that is pushed inside Buck had something catching on his rim. This one’s a tentacle, the suckers catching as he pushes it inside him.
This is so fucking weird.
But his dick’s nearly fully hard again already.
Overwhelmed as he is, he can’t help but notice just how free Eddie is, the last barrier between them broken down, the one that Buck has noticed for so long.
He can’t stay on the thought for long, not when Eddie really starts moving the tentacle until its pace is almost punishing, similar to how Eddie fucks him open on his fingers, just spearing him with this monstrosity instead. Small, pathetic noises spill from Buck. He can’t stop them, his mouth open, a new noise punched from him with every thrust, and Eddie doesn’t silence him this time. Buck continues to make noise as Eddie utters filthy words.
“Fucking loving this, s’kinda sick, you know. That you’re so into this. Your dick’s never gotten hard this fast, bet I could even make you come without touching that pretty cock. Bet you could get off just on the thought of getting fucked by these.” The remaining appendages attached to Eddie’s back move behind him.
He’s right. Fuck, he’s right. Buck is sick, he’s deranged, he can’t help it. It doesn’t matter that what’s happening is otherworldly, that his boyfriend is some kind of monster. It's still Eddie. It’s still his boyfriend. It’s the truest version of his boyfriend he’s ever seen.
“G-gonna, fuckfuckfuck,” Buck cries out, babbling as weak spurts of cum dribble from his cock. He’s never come that quickly, not one right after another. His body feels wrung out, twisted like a wet towel, but he’s not ready to stop, not until Eddie fucks him.
Eddie doesn’t stop. He doesn’t pull out the tentacle and push his dick in, giving Buck what he wants. Instead, he chuckles, dark and low, and keeps fucking him with that same tentacle. He keeps him spread open, two tentacles holding his legs open, the one tendril still wrapped around Buck’s wrists, keeping him pinned to the bed.
All Buck can do is take it.
Tears form in his lash line, tears of overstimulation, of pleasure, of pain. He begs wordlessly, his mouth opening and closing without sound. He doesn’t even really know what he wants to beg for at this point. Does he want more? Less? He certainly doesn’t want Eddie to stop, even if the pleasure is tipping to pain as the tentacle keeps bullying its way inside him.
“One more time, then I’ll fuck you,” Eddie says, and it’s enough to keep Buck going, his dick twitching weakly with interest, never quite getting soft, never having the chance to. “You can come for me again, can’t you?”
“Yeah. Yeah, I can-” Buck chokes out a moan as the tentacle inside him twists. “Fuck, I can, I can do it. O-one more.” If Eddie wants him to, he can do it. And honestly, Buck’s kind of greedy with his orgasms. He’ll take every single one he can get.
“You want me to touch your cock?” Eddie asks, his voice a lot more normal than it’s been. “Or is it too much?”
“D-do it. Make- Make me come, just do it,” Buck answers, and Eddie reaches out, wrapping a hand around him.
Buck whines.
“Oh? Oh, I know what you want.” And Eddie replaces his hand with another tendril, the slimy appendage slowly stroking his cock, the tip teasing under the sensitive crown.
There isn’t enough energy left in Buck for him to even open his eyes to take in the sight. His head rests heavily, boneless against the bed as Eddie keeps working his cock and his sensitive hole.
This isn’t how he thought he would be spending his night, but he really isn’t complaining. Tomorrow he might, when his muscles are sore, but for tonight he’s satisfied to simply beg for more.
It doesn’t take long, and when Buck comes again, it’s less of a spurt and more of a dribble, cum bubbling from the tip, dripping down his length and over the sleek, dark colored tendril.
Buck makes a soft noise, a pained noise, when Eddie’s tendril keeps moving. Eddie immediately pulls it away, pulls them all away slowly, giving Buck control of his limbs again. He’s grateful, rolling his shoulders and straightening his legs, letting all of his limbs flop onto the bed, stretched out with a groan.
By the time he’s back in his body, his senses returned to him, Eddie’s moved, sitting cross-legged on the bed next to him, and Buck can’t help but laugh. He’s a little delirious as it is, so the laughter quickly turns into a crazed fit of exhausted giggles.
“What?” Eddie asks, brow furrowing, cheeks pinking.
“You look k-kinda silly,” Buck answers through giggles. “All tentacles and wings and you’re sitting criss-cross applesauce.”
“Silly?” Eddie asks, rising up to his knees. “Gonna have to fix that.”
“How should you look?”
“Hm, hot works. Intimidating is acceptable, too,” he answers with a wink.
“You’re always hot. Not being very intimidating now, though,” Buck teases as he sits up, still pretty weak.
It’s Eddie’s turn to laugh, chuckling softly as he moves in front of Buck, one leg between Buck’s as he presses him back against the headboard by two tendrils on Buck’s shoulders.
“I don’t need to intimidate you,” Eddie says, his hands cupping either side of Buck’s neck, his thumbs rubbing soft paths over the column of his throat. “You’ll do whatever I want,” he murmurs, leaning forward to press a soft kiss against his lips.
“And if I don’t?” Buck gasps, his hands flying to Eddie’s chest, his heart rate picking up again, exhaustion leaving his body, arousal flooding back in.
“I’ll make you,” Eddie murmurs against his lips as two tendrils find Buck’s wrists again, this time pinning them down to his sides.
Grinning against Eddie’s lips, Buck struggles, trying to move his arms, just to feel the tendrils wrap tighter around his wrists, forcing him still. Eddie keeps his light hold around Buck’s neck as they kiss, thumbs still tracing soft patterns, a sharp contrast to the tight hold.
“I like it when you make me.”
Buck’s words must unlock something in Eddie, the last string of self-control snapping.
In what seems like no time at all, Eddie has Buck on his hands and knees, and he’s knelt behind him. Buck can feel so much touch. It’s overwhelming. It makes it tough to separate everything. He knows Eddie’s hands are on his ass, gripping him and pulling him apart. There’s a tentacle hooked over each shoulder, the suckers sticking to his skin. A tendril holds his wrists back, shoulders pulled sharply behind him, an ache he’ll worry about later. The rest of the tendrils are moving over his torso, one slipping around to his front to tease at his cock, and smooth over his balls.
“How? What,” Buck starts to question the quick movement before deciding not to.
“Don’t worry about it, baby,” Eddie soothes, a hand coming down to smack against Buck’s ass cheek, leaving a pink print in its wake. “You don’t have to worry about anything.”
Buck groans as the smack lands on his ass, rocking his hips back against the searing touch. “You gonna f-fuck me or just talk?”
A dark chuckle booms from behind him, one of Eddie’s hands gripping Buck’s ass, tugging a cheek to the side before he lets out a low whistle. “Gonna slide right in here,” he says, gripping his cock in his free hand, and tapping the sticky, fat head against Buck’s open, slick hole. “Jesus,” he groans out as the head slips in with the last tap.
“O-oh, fuck, fuck,” Buck groans with burn as Eddie starts to fuck the head of his cock in and out of Buck, barely catching on his rim.
“Buck?” Eddie asks, slowing his movements.
“Don’t stop, fuck you, don’t stop,” Buck whines.
It’s good enough for Eddie, who punches his hips forward, bullying himself into Buck until his balls are resting against Buck’s ass. He doesn’t give Buck much time to adjust before he’s pulling back and thrusting into him again, quickly building to an unrelenting pace as one hand smooths up and down the length of Buck’s spine.
If it weren’t for the two tentacles on his shoulders, Buck would be face-first into the mattress. As it stands, he’s held up, head hanging limply between his shoulders as drool drips from his wet lips. There are noises coming from him, ones he has no control over. His cock is aching, full and leaking again, bobbing freely beneath him as Eddie saws in and out of him, the tendril that had been wrapped around it simply dragging the tip over Buck’s cock, pressing against his slit with each pass. His arms are sore and starting to ache, but he doesn’t say anything, doesn’t want to stop, not when everything feels this good, all of the tendrils moving over his skin keeping his mind off of the ache anyway.
A tendril loops underneath him, sliding up Buck’s chest and prodding into his open mouth again. Eddie groans as Buck’s mouth closes around it, sucking on the slimy appendage.
He doesn’t stop for a while, either, letting the tendril fuck further into his mouth like earlier, not struggling against a single touch, happily giving in to pleasure. When he starts to give in too far, his body tenses, clenching down around Eddie’s cock.
“Wait,” Eddie grunts, the tendrils on Buck’s body helping to flip Buck around, on his back against the bed again. He’s hardly empty, Eddie quickly sliding back inside him, picking up the pace right where he left off.
Buck isn’t held down this time, Eddie using his hands to hold Buck’s legs open as he looms over him, rutting his hips forward, keeping the rhythm, still so collected.
With his hands free, Buck reaches up, rubbing over the boning of Eddie’s wings. As soon as he makes contact, Eddie’s hips stutter, his hands moving from Buck’s legs to the bed, on either side of Buck’s head. Buck's legs wrap around Eddie’s waist, heels digging into Eddie’s back and pulling him in closer as he continues to rub over one of Eddie’s wings.
“B-Buck, you can’t-” Eddie groans, dropping down to his elbows and tucking his face into Buck’s neck as his hands move quicker, the soft grip on Eddie’s wings tightening. Eddie tries to speak again, Buck can feel it in the way his lips move against his neck, but all that comes out are high whines.
Buck doesn’t have it in him to speak, to come up with a response. All he can do is keep touching Eddie’s wings, whimpering rather pathetically when Eddie’s hips stutter, burying deep inside him, cock pulsing as it fills Buck with what feels like an endless amount of spend. Letting his fingers slide closer to Eddie’s back, near where wing turns to flesh, he tugs softly and Eddie cries out, the sound muffled into Buck’s neck again.
A tendril moves, wiggles its way between their bodies, wrapping around Buck’s cock. As exhausted and spent as Eddie is, cradled in the safety of Buck’s neck, he doesn’t forget about his boyfriend’s pleasure. Honestly, Buck could really do without another orgasm. He’s happily lying back on the bed, basking in the satisfaction that he’d been able to make Eddie really lose it there in the end.
Still, he’s not going to say no.
Even if he’s still sensitive.
“Eddie, EddieEddieEddie,” Buck babbles, head turned so he’s whining right into Eddie’s ear.
The tendril strokes him quickly, chasing the climbing pleasure that had plateaued. It doesn’t take long, but it is powerful. His limbs move of their own accord, flailing in a way that he might be a little embarrassed about later, but the pleasure is so strong, growing so quickly, he doesn’t know what to do. The pleasure feels like too much, like it’s too big for him to contain, like it’s going to burst right out of him.
And then it does. Sort of.
His orgasm crashes through him, has him gripping onto Eddie’s biceps, nails biting into his skin as he squeezes his eyes shut, but nothing more than a pitiful, mostly clear spurt of cum bubbles out from his cock.
Eventually, his limbs release, and he lies, boneless, on the bed while Eddie gets up, grabs a towel, and does the bare minimum clean up.
“You really wanna sleep, huh?” Buck slurs.
“Gotta get you into the tub first, dude,” Eddie says, and when Buck actually gets a look at him, he realizes that Eddie has changed back already.
“Why aren’t you still..y’know?”
Eddie laughs, shaking his head. “D’you know how hard it is to fit all that through doorways? Like a bull in a china shop.” He takes a step toward the door before turning to look back at Buck. “You coming? Or do I have to carry you?”
“I’m comin’, I’m comin’. Let me get my land legs again.” He pauses, his grin widening as realization dawns on Eddie’s face.
“Did you just..wow. Terrible joke, definitely not carrying you now!” Eddie’s voice gets softer as he speaks, already headed out of the bedroom door and down the hall before Buck scrambles after him.