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“I’ve never—with a trans dude. Am I doing it wrong?”
Of course, he knows. Of course, despite Eddie trying to push through it, like he always has with sex, Buck notices.
Eddie feels bad, feels like he’s ruining the mood, feels—guilty. Shameful. For being greedy. For being picky. It feels good. It’s objectively good. It’s with Buck, anything would feel good; he shouldn’t be so wrapped up in the specifics.
“Buck, it’s okay, just—” Eddie props himself up on an elbow, hand moving to knock Buck’s wrist away before guiding it by the wrist to rest on the outside of his thigh. “Don’t worry about it. Just fuck me.”
Buck’s thrusts come to a halt completely. Eddie groans, his pussy clenching around Buck’s dick.
Buck studies him for a beat. “Do you want me to not worry about it ‘cause you just wanna get fucked, or because you don’t want me to feel bad? ‘Cause I’m not gonna feel bad, Eddie. I-I wanna make you feel good.”
This is a lot of talking, and Buck is still nestled deep inside him, cock stretching him out. It's hard to focus.
“Tell me how to make you feel good,” Buck all but pleads. “Teach me.”
OR learning how to fuck your best friend