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Eddie doesn’t know how he ended up like this.
Scratch that, he does know how he ended up like this. When Buck gets in a certain mood – all teasing smiles, lingering touches, reaching increasingly further and further to make any kind of innuendo – Eddie finds it impossible to resist him. So when Buck had caged him up against the kitchen counter and kissed the living daylights out of him before suggesting they take it to the bedroom and try something new? Yeah, no way was Eddie saying no to that one.
Which was how Eddie found himself happily agreeing to be cuffed and tied spreadeagle to their bed. It’s only after he’s secured down that Buck scurries out to the kitchen and returns with a bottle of chocolate sauce that Eddie feels the excited grin slip off his face.
“What is that?” Eddie asks, warily eyeing Buck as tosses the bottle on the bed next to the lube.
Buck shrugs, apparently unconcerned. “I told you I wanted to try something new.”
“Isn’t it a little cliché?”
“Aw, come on.” Buck crawls onto the bed and fixes him with a sly smile. “You’re saying you’re not going to enjoy having my tongue all over you?”
An involuntary shudder sweeps through Eddie’s body. “I’m not complaining about that. It’s just going to be… sticky.”
Buck raises an eyebrow at him. “That’s your concern? It’s going to be sticky?”
Eddie flushes, which is a little ridiculous considering he’s naked with his limbs tied to each corner of the bed frame. Buck must read the hesitance on his face, though, because his cocky smile slips and he sits back on his heels.
“If you really don’t want to, we don’t have to,” Buck says. “I just thought it would be, I dunno, sexy.”
Even just a hint of contrition in Buck’s tone has Eddie struggling to try and sit up a little more. “Hey, hey, no, don’t do that. It’s just…” He trails off, biting his lip briefly. “It’s stupid.”
“I bet it’s not.” Reaching out, Buck runs a soothing hand up and down Eddie’s shin. “Tell me?”
Eddie sighs heavily, and drops his head back onto the pillows. “Growing up, we weren’t allowed to have food in bed. It was… messy. Dirty”
“Hmm.” Buck walks his fingers teasingly up Eddie’s leg until he can poke him in the hip. “Sounds like I need to work hard to change those associations.”
A shiver sweeps through Eddie’s entire body at the husky promise in Buck’s voice. He licks his lips, shifting a little on the mattress as he watches Buck pick up the chocolate sauce again.
“If you really don’t like it, we can stop.”
Eddie shakes his head. “No, no. I trust you to make it good.”
Buck shoots him a bashful, pleased smile, which then morphs into a look of intense concentration as he uncaps the chocolate sauce – like he’s about to attempt to solve a complicated math problem instead of simply covering his boyfriend in a thick syrup. Eddie’s so gone on the little furrow that appears between Buck’s brows, and the way his tongue peaks out the corner of his mouth as he stares down at Eddie’s bare chest.
“Let’s start with this,” Buck mumbles, mostly to himself.
He draws a small heart with the sauce around each of Eddie’s nipples. Eddie flinches slightly at the slimy feeling on his skin, and can’t help but roll his eyes. Buck’s not finished, though; the next shape he creates is a thick arrow, painting Eddie’s stomach and pointing to his (admittedly hard) dick.
“Seriously?” Eddie asks flatly.
Ignoring him, Buck situates himself between Eddie’s open legs. He drops down onto his elbows and starts mouthing at the chocolate arrow, swiping his tongue over the contours of Eddie’s body. Already Eddie can feel the tension and resistance draining out of him. Buck’s weight on top of him is intoxicating, as is the way Eddie’s dick is now trapped between his own body and Buck’s massive chest. He can’t move much with the way he’s tied down, but he can still shift his pelvis back and forth, the friction of Buck’s torso a delicious tease.
Buck lets him squirm helplessly, concentrating fully on cleaning the chocolate off Eddie’s skin. He’s attentive, running his mouth over and over each sensitive spot, occasionally adding just the barest hint of teeth. Eddie’s just starting to lose himself in the hypnotic sensation when he feels something wet start sliding down the side of his pec. Looking down at himself, he sees the chocolate around his nipples has started to melt thanks to his body heat, and a line of it is making its way down his side and towards the mattress. The drop of chocolate smudges between his body and the sheets and he feels a flash of irritation – at the same time as Buck tongues at his belly button, sending a bolt of pleasure shooting through his cock.
“You’re washing the sheets after this,” Eddie manages to gasp.
Buck looks up from where he’s licking Eddie’s abs. “Still coherent?” he asks, feigning disappointment. “We’ll have to change that.”
Much to Eddie’s displeasure, Buck gets off the bed. His sudden absence leaves a cold shadow in his wake, and Eddie can’t help but let out a tiny little whine as he shifts restlessly. Buck shoots him a smirk over his shoulder before he picks up the box of toys, rummaging through it until he makes a noise of triumph. He pulls out the padded bit gag, the sight of which has Eddie’s stomach swooping.
Buck saunters back over to the bed, dangling the gag from one of the o-rings attaching the bit to the strap. “Say ahh.”
Eddie clamps his mouth shut, tossing his head like a skittish horse as Buck straddles him on the bed. If he truly didn’t want to be gagged he could always safeword out, but for some reason he always feels the need to put up a bit of a fight, even if he does not-so-secretly enjoy it. Having his speech taken away is the fastest way they’ve found to break past Eddie’s defiance and get him to let go.
Buck takes Eddie’s chin in his hand, digging his fingers into the bolts of Eddie’s jaw to force him to open up. As soon as Eddie’s mouth is open, Buck pushes the gag between his teeth, quickly buckling it tight enough behind Eddie’s head that he won’t be able to dislodge it with his tongue. Eddie groans deeply in his chest as saliva already begins to gather at the corners of his mouth.
“Much better,” Buck says.
Then he grabs the chocolate sauce and slithers back down Eddie’s body to settle between his legs again.
Eddie has to bite down on the gag when Buck drizzles more chocolate all over his pelvis and thighs. He finds he really doesn’t mind being covered in the sticky sauce; it’s a tantalizing tease of where Buck will focus his attention next. Buck licks lower, over Eddie’s pubic arch, and his chin grazes over Eddie’s cock. It’s the barest hint of a touch but Eddie jolts all the same. Already his skin feels like it’s on fire, the slightest contact like he’s being caressed with a sparkler.
He doesn’t realize Buck’s picked up the bottle again until another glob of it lands at the base of his dick. Finally. That means Buck’s mouth is soon to follow. He rolls his hips shallowly, trying to entice Buck to get a move on. Instead, Buck bites his thigh playfully, tugging the skin between his teeth.
Buck, Eddie tries to plead, but all that comes out is a garbled “Nngh!”
“I’m sorry, what was that?” Buck asks, putting a finger to his ear.
Great, Eddie’s got Clipboard Buck in the bedroom now. He grunts out an annoyed noise and tries to kick Buck, but all he ends up doing is jerking his leg uselessly in the ropes. Buck smirks at him, completely unbothered by Eddie’s irritation, and decides now would be the perfect time to work a spit-slick finger into Eddie’s ass.
Eddie throws his head back, moaning loudly behind the gag. It burns a bit but Eddie finds he welcomes the pain. Rotating his wrists, Eddie curls his fingers around the ropes, squeezing tightly when Buck starts leisurely fucking his finger in and out at a maddening pace. Buck brushes over Eddie’s prostate almost absentmindedly, not deliberately avoiding it, but really giving Eddie a frustrating tease. Grunting, Eddie tries to tilt his hips to a more favourable position.
Buck withdraws his fingers, and Eddie can’t help but whine. “You need to be patient, baby,” Buck coos. He grabs the lube and slicks up his fingers. “You know I’ll make it good for you.”
After he’s thoroughly coated his fingers, Buck settles back between Eddie’s legs. Two fingers tease at his rim for a moment before Buck sinks them both inside, and then curls his fingers just so that Eddie inhales wildly. His thighs start to tremble as Buck strokes relentlessly over his prostate. A blazing fire roars to life under his skin. He squirms around as much as he can, unsure if he wants more or less stimulation on his prostate, expecting Buck to pin him in place with his other arm, but instead Buck just watches him struggle with a smug smirk.
“Love it when you lose control like this,” Buck remarks casually, working a third finger in alongside the others. “Love that I’m the only one who gets to see you like this.”
The stretch of the third finger has Eddie’s eyes rolling back in his head. He slumps back onto the mattress, breathing raggedly as Buck continues to open him up. Tears leak out of the corners of his eyes and saliva drips down his chin as he pants around the gag. Fuck, it feels good – it’s not like he’d forgotten how talented Buck is with his fingers, but it’s been a while since he’s been in this position. Everything feels heightened, sharp and fuzzy at the same time. Without the ability to move or speak, he has no choice but to be completely and utterly in the moment.
He loses track of time. His senses narrow down to the stretch and burn of Buck’s fingers, the damp sheets beneath him, the creak of the rope as he shifts his body. Any concerns he had about feeling gross or dirty because of the chocolate sauce are long gone, burned away by the fire crackling in his bones.
Without warning, Buck removes his fingers again. Eddie’s eyes fly open – when had he closed them? – and grunts out a displeased noise, bucking his hips impatiently. Buck grins down at him, and something in the wicked curve of his smile has Eddie briefly concerned.
Then Buck wraps his hand around Eddie’s cock and Eddie yelps in surprise. Buck starts stroking him with that same languid pace, squeezing a little harder on the downstroke and sending electricity shooting up his spine. If Eddie thought Buck fingering him was good, this is on a whole different level. His whole body locks up as pressure starts to build in his lower body. If Buck isn’t careful, he’s going to –
As if Buck has a direct line to Eddie’s thoughts, he abruptly drops his cock. Eddie unclenches, panting behind the gag. He’s barely aware of Buck squirting more chocolate sauce onto his pecs, but then Buck folds forward, taking care to keep his body hovering above Eddie’s trembling frame, and latches his teeth around one of Eddie’s nipples.
Eddie sees stars. He lets out a sound he didn’t know he could make that has Buck humming in appreciation as he bites and sucks like he’s getting paid for it. Eddie’s entire body feels like a livewire, every touch of Buck’s tongue and teeth tiny electric shocks of pleasure. He struggles in vain against the ropes – not trying to get free, not really, but he needs to do something to expend the restless pressure building inside him. He craves the release of an orgasm, but Buck is deliberately suspended above him, keeping any touch away from his cock to keep him balanced on the edge.
Please, Eddie tries to plead, but all that comes out is a wretched, muffled noise.
Against his skin, Buck groans happily, and Eddie swears he can feel the vibration travel all the way down to his toes. “Fuck, you sound so sexy like this,” he mumbles.
The husky timbre of Buck’s voice pulls another wrecked sound out of Eddie. Spurred on, Buck groans again, sucking on Eddie’s nipple with renewed vigour. His other hand trails lightly up and down Eddie’s side in what Eddie thinks is supposed to be a soothing touch, but it just drives him even more wild. He bites down on the gag and thrusts his pelvis upwards, desperately seeking some friction on his cock to push him over the finish line.
Laughing quietly, Buck angles his body out of Eddie’s reach, and then trails a line of sucking kisses up Eddie’s chest, over his collarbone, and up his neck. “What do you think?” Buck murmurs, kissing the underside of his jaw. “You want me to suck you off now?”
Eddie nods furiously. He might implode if he doesn’t come in the next few minutes.
Grinning, Buck pushes himself upright and grabs for the chocolate sauce, drizzling it haphazardly all over Eddie’s cock. Objectively it should be ridiculous, but Eddie’s so pent-up that he just finds it unbearably hot. God help him but he’s never going to be able to look at a hot fudge sundae the same way again.
Buck makes a show of licking his lips. “Yum.”
Again, ridiculous – but Eddie just moans quietly. Buck can call his dick a chocolate bar if it means that he’s getting a blowjob.
Buck lowers himself down onto his elbows so his face hovers over Eddie’s crotch. Eddie’s sorely tempted to lift off the mattress but he knows that if he pulls a stunt like that, Buck will go back to teasing him. So he forces himself to stay dutifully still, and Buck rewards him by darting his tongue out to flick over the head of his cock. It’s the barest hint of a touch but Eddie still flinches with his entire body. Distantly, Eddie resigns himself to the fact that he’s probably going to go off like a bottle rocket once Buck sucks him properly.
“Been thinking about this all fucking week,” Buck says, and then swallows Eddie down.
An embarrassingly high noise tears out of Eddie’s throat. He instinctively tries to close his legs but the ropes keep him spread wide. God, god, Buck’s mouth is sinful – he bobs his head up and down Eddie’s length, swirling his tongue and hollowing his cheeks, all the tricks he knows drive Eddie crazy. Eddie jerks and squirms, desperate for release, but Buck just lays his forearm over Eddie’s stomach and holds him in place.
He’s going to die.
Buck takes him tantalizingly deep, the head of his cock just barely sliding into Buck’s throat. Eddie wants nothing more than to thrust up into that tight, wet heat, but Buck’s arm pressing him down leaves him with no choice but to take what Buck gives him. Burying his nose in Eddie’s pubic hair, Buck fucking nuzzles him, swallowing around his cock at the same time.
Eddie chokes out a muffled sob, and comes right down Buck’s throat.
Buck suckles him through it, like he doesn’t want to miss a drop of Eddie’s release. Eventually the overstimulation starts to sting, and Eddie bleats out a weak, hurt sound, trying to flinch away. Buck gently lets Eddie’s cock slip free, stroking soothing hands over Eddie’s thighs as he brings him back to earth. Eddie gasps like a fish around the gag, trying to remember which way is up.
Pushing himself up, Buck crawls up Eddie’s body and removes the gag. Eddie stares up at him, his mouth going dry despite how much he’d been drooling. Buck’s mouth is a mess of saliva, come and chocolate, and Eddie wants nothing more than to taste it.
“You okay?” Buck asks, undoing the cuff on Eddie’s left wrist.
As soon as his arm is free, Eddie reaches upwards to grasp the back of Buck’s neck and pull him down. Buck lets out a surprised grunt that Eddie quickly swallows as he smashes their mouths together. They kiss and kiss and kiss – slow, deep, indulgent. Eddie licks Buck’s mouth clean, savouring the strange mix of bitter and sweet, feeling like he’s gorging himself on a box of gourmet candies. With a muted pang of arousal, he realizes that Buck’s own cock is soft and sticky between his legs. He doesn’t know when or how Buck came – if he got a hand on himself or just rutted against the sheets until he finished – but it’s so fucking hot that Buck got himself off just from getting Eddie off.
Eventually Eddie breaks the kiss, and lets his head drop back onto the bed. Buck blinks at him, looking slightly dazed, and something purrs in satisfaction in Eddie’s chest.
“So you liked it?” Buck rasps.
Eddie grins. “Might need to try again, just to be sure. Now finish untying me.”
Rolling his eyes, Buck gets to work on the rest of the ropes. Once all of Eddie’s limbs are freed, he’s treated to a very thorough massage to work out the stiffness in his muscles. If the edging and the mind-blowing orgasm hadn’t reduced him to a melted puddle of pleasure, the massage definitely does it. By the time Buck is finished, Eddie’s practically half-asleep.
Then Buck rolls away, and Eddie hears the crinkling of a package of wet wipes. His eyes fly open. The sheets.
Buck turns back to him, clearly intent on cleaning him up a bit before they shower, and frowns slightly when he sees Eddie quickly getting to his feet. “What are you –?”
“Get up,” Eddie orders, tugging the fitted sheet out from under the corners of the mattress. “I can put some stain remover on this and let it sit in the machine while we shower, and then I’ll put a load through when we’re done.”
Buck obligingly gets off the bed. “You’re such a neat-freak,” he says fondly, watching as Eddie bundles up the sheets in his arms and heads for the laundry room.
“You love it,” Eddie shoots over his shoulder.
He sprays pre-treatment onto the chocolate smudges and then shoves the bedding into the washing machine. There are probably some towels in a laundry basket to make the load worth it, but he wants to shower and cuddle his boyfriend first. He turns around and nearly smacks into Buck’s naked chest, surprised that he didn’t hear Buck following him out of the bedroom.
“I do,” Buck says earnestly.
Eddie blinks. “You do what?”
“Love it. Love you.” To punctuate his statement, Buck takes Eddie’s face between his hands and kisses him sweetly.
Eddie melts a little, sagging into Buck’s solid chest. He settles his hands on the warm skin of Buck’s hips and lets Buck kiss him until he’s satiated. “I love you too,” he says, and then plants one last quick kiss on the corner of Buck’s mouth. “I’ll love you even more when you scrub this chocolate off me.”
“I’m sure that can be arranged,” Buck says solemnly, and then takes Eddie’s hand and drags him down the hallway.
Even as the sensation of drying chocolate and bodily fluids makes Eddie’s nose wrinkle, he can’t deny that this was an experience he’d definitely like to repeat.