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Buck sets his items on the counter, leg bouncing from his frazzled nerves.
The cashier rolls her eyes and huffs the second he does so, irritation and disapproval evident. Shit, he thinks. He really should've just ordered the items online.
"I, uh- it's not for my dog," he tries. "I don't, yanno, I don't believe in that sort of stuff."
She sighed heavily, flicking her hair over her shoulder. "Sure, sir."
She, of course, doesn't believe him. He really should've just tried a sex store. Why did he decide to buy collars from a pet shop, again? "No, I- I mean it! I don't even have a dog!" He fumbles with his phone and pulls up a picture of himself, Eddie, and Christopher, all posed in the front of the ladder truck. "See? Family photo. That's my boyfriend. And his kid. No dogs!"
As he smiles awkwardly (not that she could see, with the mask), her face slowly morphs from irritation to slight horror, and she hastily dumps his items into a bag. "Your, um, your total is-"
Wordlessly, he hands her his card, staring down at the counter as he considers what he'd just done. "I am... so sorry."
She slides the card back to him, face red. "Have a-" she starts, then shakes her head. "Nope."
Buck is immediately grateful for being a pet-less family- he would never be able to go back to this store. "I'm just gonna- leave."
"Are we getting a dog, now?" Eddie asks, staring at the collar Buck had tossed beside him on the bed, then picking it up and messing with the buckle. “If we are, we’re returning this.”
"You said you wanted to try some, you know, things." Buck crawls on top of Eddie, hands planted beside his head, and sits on his thighs.
“And your idea of things is a dog collar?” His eyebrow quirks as he stares up at Buck, dropping the collar and placing his hands at Buck’s hips. “Are we dogs, now? Should one of us bark?”
“Nah. Was thinking you could control it for me.” Buck rolls his hips into Eddie’s and grins.
Eddie takes a sharp inhale at that. “Control it for- Buck, it’s a shock collar, not a vibrator.”
“Please?” he asks, giving Eddie his best puppy eyes.
“You know damn well I can’t say no when you give me that face.”
Buck silently cheers and hops off of Eddie and the bed.
Hours later, Eddie sits down behind Buck, carefully buckling the shock collar in place. He places a gentle kiss to the base of his neck once it’s tight enough. "You good?" he whispers, wrapping his arms around Buck’s chest.
Buck grabs one of his hands and presses it to the front of his boxers. "Mhm. Very good.”
For just a moment, Eddie rubs his dick, letting his partner work himself up. Then he pulls back and grabs the remote for the collar from the dresser. He sets it to the first level, then clicks it on. Buck hisses and tenses, eyes slipping shut. It doesn’t hurt- not really, not yet. It’s more of a tingle throughout his neck. Eddie shoves his chest, forcing him onto his back, and pulls him to the edge of the bed.
“Did that feel nice?” he asks, massaging right where his thigh meets his crotch. Buck nods, hips twitching up to meet Eddie’s hand. He tsks and dials the shock up a level. Without a warning, he presses the button again, and Buck jerks hard. Then he does it a second time, earning a gasp. “One, I asked you a question. Two, I don’t remember saying you could try to get my hand on your dick, did I?”
Buck cracks an eye open, and Eddie has to stifle a laugh at his peeved expression. “Yes, it feels good, you little-“ Again, a small shock rocks his body, and he shuts up rather quickly.
“Wanna keep running your mouth?” Eddie asks, stripping himself of his shirt and tossing it aside.
He shakes his head, but immediately thinks better of it. “No. No, I don’t.”
“Good boy,” his boyfriend says, and hurriedly removes both of their boxers. Buck keeps himself still now, having learned his lesson. Eddie knows that won’t last long- it never does. Buck loves nothing more than to rile Eddie up, in whatever way he can. Whether that’s by subtly grabbing his ass in the locker room or by bending over just a bit longer than necessary when rolling up a hose is utterly irrelevant. As long as Buck can tease Eddie, he will.
He kneels between Buck’s legs and leans in, breath warm over his sensitive dick. Neither of them move for a moment- Eddie simply waits to see if Buck will slip up again, but Buck knows his game too well to fall into the trap.
Finally, Eddie huffs and leans in, wrapping his lips around the crown of Buck’s cock, and Buck shudders. It’s just a tiny movement, barely noticeable. But his dick slips just the slightest bit further past Eddie’s lips, and Eddie jumps on it immediately, pressing the button for several seconds and deepthroating him simultaneously. He bunches the sheets below him in his fists and bucks his hips up, hard. Eddie chokes, and the collar is clicked on.
“You’re having way too much fun-“ he starts, before Eddie shocks him again.
“You like talking back, huh?” Eddie says as soon as he pulls off Buck’s cock. Buck doesn’t speak, and just nods in agreement.
Eddie shifts Buck again, setting his legs behind Eddie’s back, and leans down to bite at his hips. Buck has to stop himself from tangling his fingers into his fluffy hair- it’s so tempting, right in his face.
Slowly, he kisses and nips all the way up his body until he reaches Buck’s mouth. The remote drops onto the bedsheets, momentarily forgotten as Eddie kisses Buck, pinning his wrists next to his head, and nipping at his lips. The controller is momentarily trapped under Buck’s elbow, the level button clicking up and up and up before Buck shoves it away in irritation. Eddie moves down again, sucking and biting marks into his jaw.
With the remote out of Eddie’s grasp, Buck tries another pass at getting friction on his dick, bucking his hips up to rub against Eddie’s abs. The remote is seized again half a second later, and Eddie clicks the shock button without even glancing at it. Buck yelps and thrashes, legs tightening around Eddie’s waist.
Again, Eddie presses the button, irritation visible in his harsh gaze. Buck just squirms harder, dick rubbing up against Eddie’s stomach, and makes a pitiful noise. “Fuck, Eddie, fucking- shit,” he whines, every muscle in his body as taught as wrought iron. His hands grasp onto Eddie’s arms so hard that he knows they’ll leave bruises in the morning, purple and stark and sensitive. He can’t think- the zap felt like it had fried his brain, leaving him desperate and needy.
A third time, Eddie clicks it on. And Buck comes, all over both of their stomachs.
Eddie finally loses his cool, at that, and wrestles Buck’s still tense, tight legs from around his waist. Buck resists it the best he can, squeezing his thighs harder around his boyfriend’s hips. Again, he shocks Buck, making him gasp and finally loosen his grip.
Eddie flips him onto his chest and grabs a fistful of his hair. “Did you ask?” he growls, shoving Buck’s face into the mattress. Buck’s reply is lost in the sheets, but it doesn’t really matter- Eddie doesn’t pay him any mind, anyway. “You didn’t ask. What’s with that, huh, bitch? That’s what you’ve been doing all night, isn’t it? Purposely pissing me off so I’ll give you a little bit of pain?” Buck shudders and whines, and Eddie yanks his hair for it. “You’re just a dumb little whore for pain. Getting yourself off, making a mess of both of us and the bed, all so you can get yourself a little shock.”
Another zap sends Buck writhing again, and Eddie backs away from him. “Turn around,” he orders. Buck shifts to face him, movements slow and weary. Eddie’s already got his hand on his cock, right in front of Buck’s face. His strokes are quick and rushed, wasting no time, and Buck slightly opens his mouth in anticipation.
Then the collar clicks on. The second that shock fades, he’s given another, and then Eddie’s come is coating his face, and the zapping still doesn’t stop, and then he’s coming again, and now he’s crying, and it finally
Finally
Stops. His whole body feels like a live wire, and he’s pretty sure he was screaming- his throat is too raw for him not to have been. A moment later, warm hand is rubbing his back, and he can distantly hear Eddie praising him. The collar is unbuckled with care, and a kiss is pressed to his hair.
“You did well,” Eddie tells him. “Good call on the collar.”
Buck groans and buries his face in the sheets- they’re sticky with come, as is his face, but he’s far too exhausted to really care. “Didn’t do too bad yourself. Fuck. You really have a goddamn fetish for making me your bitch, don’t you?”
“Is it really a fetish if it’s just a fact?” Eddie teases.
“Oh, it’s a fact that I’m your bitch, is it?” Eddie nods, and he snorts out a laugh. “Yeah, that’s definitely why you were on your knees the other day, begging me to rail you.”
“Well. Maybe we’re reciprocally each other’s bitch.” They both stay quiet for a long moment at that agreement.
“Hey,” Eddie says, nudging Buck’s shoulder for his attention. “I’m sorry that I didn’t realize the remote had turned all the way up.”
Buck sits upright and raises an eyebrow at him. “You’re sorry? I came my fucking brains out twice, and had, in succession, the first- and second-best orgasms of my life, and you’re sorry?”
Eddie pulls him close and kisses his temple. “I should’ve looked at the number. I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”
Buck takes Eddie’s hand in his own and presses it to his heart. “And that makes for a whopping total of one of us. I wouldn’t have put the thing on if I didn’t want it to hurt. You didn’t mean to hurt me, but I was glad you did. Happy little accidents, right?”
He gets a dirty look for that. “Don’t quote Bob Ross at me when you have come all over your face.”
“Maybe don’t get come all over my face if you don’t want me to quote Bob Ross?” Buck proposes.
There’s a pause, and Eddie’s face screws up in mock revulsion and mild confusion. “I’m supposed to believe that, for some reason, you quote him as a result of getting come on you?”
“Hey, I lost my virginity while watching re-runs of The Joy of Painting.” Eddie gives him a horrified look, and he immediately defends himself. “Look, Bob Ross is extremely motivational!”
“That doesn’t make it better! That makes it worse!” He shakes his head. “Fucking- you weirdo. I’m getting you a towel; your face is a mess.”
Buck just laughs and falls onto his back. “Love you.”
Eddie turns and rolls his eyes as he stands up. “Love you, too.”