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Buck’s burning hot.
His eyes open on a sigh. What he sees isn’t necessarily what he’s expecting, which is broad swaths of endless blue. If he were more cognizant he would be able to note the different shades; where the sky bleeds into the sea, and then the deeper sea. But, all of that is lost on him now. He can only just barely make out the distant crash of waves against the rocky shoreline, too.
It’s nice.
It’s rather faint, though, too faint — now it might as well be nothing at all. Other than that, it’s quiet; truly, really quiet.
Buck wiggles his toes, curious. There’s sand at his feet, so of course he sinks them in. The sand is so thin it’s practically light as air, as intangible as ocean dust. Buck doesn’t know why this excites him.
He bites his lip. In his lap, he realizes his cock is twitching, begging for attention already.
Buck wants to reach for it, but as soon as his muscles so much as twitch, he can’t get any further than that. His hands feel glued to the beach chair beneath him, suddenly, and when he looks down, he realizes they’re zip-tied.
For some reason, this does little to worry him. That doesn’t worry him either, actually. A tease of electricity races around his inner thighs, lighting up a path of figure eights, obvious in its avoidance of Buck’s cock. Buck has no idea what’s happening but he’s bound so tightly he barely has any wiggle room and he feels indecent about it, for how turned on he is.
(The fading waves crash and crash. A tandem weirdly in time with the cadence of Buck’s own stuttered breathing, but again, lost on him, here.)
His dick is quickly filling to half mast and there’s nothing he can do about it. There’s a sharp bite of what he swears is teeth at his inner right thigh, just a few inches from where he’s craving it — but when he looks down, no one is there, just his dick, thickening slowly as the rush of blood pushes the head out of his foreskin. Buck licks his lips, moaning hotly as his hands clench tightly around the arms of the chair. Something about them feels less stiff than he’s anticipating.
But then the pressure is burning bright at his groin, in the best kind of way, and he’s quickly — and happily — distracted.
The first hint of wetness at the tip has him panting with it.
“Fuck,” he sighs, shifting his hips slightly. The slickness spreads and he finds it’s quite easy, really, to thrust his hips forward, already seeking any semblance of relief he can.
It works.
The feeling intensifies, slicking further down his shaft, a tease of the sensation he realizes he’s been chasing since he opened his eyes.
The sound that tumbles out of him this time is more of a groan than anything, hips thrusting forward wildly in his desire. The pressure around his wrists disappears without warning, manifesting quickly across his hips like a brand. Buck whines, trying once again to find the purchase to buck his hips forward, for more of that sweet intoxication to sink into, but he isn’t awarded any.
Fuck, it’s so hot.
It’s so hot, and Buck’s getting absolutely no reprieve from the scorching drag of pleasure that’s concentrated around his dick. Not quite fully hard still, but practically already there. If he brings one of his newly freed hands to grasp at himself, he knows he’ll be leaking precome like a faucet.
But, then, the inferno reaches a fever pitch around the head of his cock, and he’s catapulted through space and time with a strangled gasp.
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Buck wakes up burning hot.
It’s a sparkling, saccharine heat, and when he opens his eyes for a second time, they immediately roll right back into his head at the sight that greets him.
Tommy’s massive form is nestled between his own spread thighs, his mouth teasing a wet path up the length of Buck’s dick. His hips jerk again, on their own accord, the groan that falls from his mouth this time feels as if it rattles the bed beneath him. Buck wants to lay here with Tommy forever, with their cocks wet and full, just like this.
“T-Tommy.”
Tommy releases him with an especially self-satisfied pop.
“Good morning, baby,” Tommy coos, pressing a sopping kiss to the side of his cock just as Buck realizes — a bit belatedly, sure, but he thinks that can be excused by his tank of a boyfriend currently trying to suck his brains out — Tommy’s been blowing him this entire time. His hips try to buck up again, in search of more warmth, but they still can’t, and the things that does to him; the least of which is his he’s twitching eagerly where his dick rests on the tip of Tommy’s tongue.
Tommy takes him deeper into his mouth with a grateful hum. Buck’s head falls back onto his pillow with a loud, unabashed groan, shifting easily in Tommy’s hold that still burns bright and maddening across his hips. The thought that he was the one touching Buck while he was asleep, that his dream had morphed around the pleasure Tommy had been giving him in the waking world; there aren’t words to describe what that does to him.
They’ve talked about this half a dozen times, and thought about it a hundred times more. The thought of one of them taking their fill while the other was asleep is far from an unfamiliar concept to both of them. The thought has always been hot to Buck, but he’s never had a partner he’d feel comfortable indulging with, before now.
Tommy, though, Tommy could lead him through Dante’s Inferno, and Buck would still turn to him, ask him how much deeper he’d like to go when they reached the lowest circle.
Buck flops a hand into Tommy’s hair with another sigh, holding him — appreciating him — right where he is. His mouth is fucking perfect, hot and damp and tight and absolutely everything Buck had been feeling in his dream conceptualized into reality.
“You feel so good, T — Tommy,” Buck’s voice is hollow with a desire that he wants nothing more than to sink into already.
Tommy basks in the praise, practically purring around Buck as he does, increasing the suction of his mouth as Buck loses himself to both the feeling and the undeniable high he still hasn’t fallen down from.
He just can’t let that part go, in fact, he almost wants to dive right back beneath the waves of sleep and try to see just how long they can push it. There’s something so undoing about this, about the fact that Tommy was using him so shamelessly while he was sleeping, that Buck wants him to, even, that he’s already thinking about doing this again, and again, and again.
Buck’s dick spurts precome onto Tommy’s tongue eagerly as his thoughts begin to overwhelm him.
He wonders if Tommy would feel like this, if Buck woke him up with a few fingers or his cock already shoved into the hilt inside of him, would he feel like Buck does? Bursting clean open from the flames of arousal and so drunk on it all he’s fighting against the hold Tommy has on him with every downstroke of his incredible mouth.
Buck sighs softly, mouth falling open as his fingers card again through Tommy’s hair. His mind is on an endless positive feedback loop already, and he arches off the bed with it, fingers digging into the soft skin of Tommy’s scalp now. His boyfriend’s tongue is relentless and talented, swiping across the swollen girth of Buck’s cock in his mouth, intent on driving him to complete madness.
There really is only so much Buck can take, though, and he’s already decided how he wants this night to end.
“Should wake up like this e — everyday,” Buck sighs again, horny and just a little wistful about it. The chuckle Tommy lets out around him buzzes along the length of him so nicely his toes curl with it. “Y — you too, baby. Wanna wake you up already fucking you. Would you like that, y — oh fuck — you think?”
Tommy must really like the sound of that, by the way he shoves Buck’s dick forward so the head pops against his throat for the first time. The sound it makes is lethal, such a visceral clicking noise that’s almost as hot as the feeling of Tommy’s throat making a valiant effort at swallowing around him. Buck’s eyes are still squeezed closed, having never opened them, too lost in the feeling of Tommy’s talented tongue, his unreal mouth.
Buck’s blindsided by the need to see him now, quite desperately, actually, and they fly open once more. As if he senses Buck’s gaze on him — Tommy probably does, Buck is hardly a subtle man, especially when they’re lost in each other like this — Tommy’s eyes flutter open as well. Once their gazes meet, Buck’s cock dances on Tommy’s tongue, and his boyfriend doesn’t hesitate swallowing the generous offering of precome.
Buck feels enraptured, utterly captivated by the man between his legs, and it’s not like that’s anything new. The house could fall down around them right now and he’d find it hard to care any less, incapable of looking away from the vision Tommy makes if he tried.
Not that he would try very hard, mind you.
Tommy’s a fucking wreck.
His lips are so puffy and pink where they’re wrapped around Buck’s shaft, the first tease of his tongue still fluttering along the underside. Buck curses, eyes meeting Tommy’s again and the stormy blue of his gaze that Buck loves so damn much isn’t so recognizable anymore, but the black pit of raw desire that’s bleeding through is an entirely different breed of familiar. Aching, gorgeous; carnal. Buck is nothing if not an appreciator of him in every form.
Buck’s fingers become restless in Tommy’s hair, then, urging the larger man to slide up Buck’s body with another urgent noise.
Tommy follows, because of course he does. Buck pulls him all the way up into a desperate, searing kiss, their cocks brushing together filthily through the slide of precome and saliva. Buck withdraws from their kiss with a hot gasp, refocusing after a moment of scraping his teeth down the tantalizing line of Tommy’s corded throat.
“Need you,” he whispers wetly into Tommy’s skin. “P — please.”
Tommy leans back enough for Buck to see the smirk that’s already playing at the corners of his mouth, every last inch of him a tease.
“My mouth isn’t enough for you tonight, Evan?” His tone is playful, absolutely dripping in arousal, and there’s no hiding the way Buck’s cock jerks between their bodies. The barest hint of condensation in his tone gets Buck’s blood singing and this time is no different, a wretched, broken noise crawling from his throat.
Buck isn’t close enough to come, not yet, but it’s steadily building, and he’d really like to come on Tommy’s dick, if he can.
“Should wake me up fucking me next time, too.”
Tommy’s reaction is instantaneous. He surges forward to press Buck deeply into their mattress, a velvet rich growl vibrating their chests once he’s close enough. Buck’s cock kicks against their stomachs again, leaking freely at the display of raw possessiveness that he can admit he’s far more into than he probably should be. He’s never been wanted so wholly, so completely, sensual in a way that he’s somehow never experienced before Tommy.
Buck’s hand dances up Tommy’s back, holding him closely at the base of his neck.
“God, you’re incredible like this, Evan,” he breathes. Buck can tell the grip on his own control is fleeting. Buck just has to push more.
He whines, head slamming back against the pillow as he tries to find friction against Tommy’s hips.
“Stop trying to make me come and fuck me already,” Buck sighs, far more stuttered than he’d like. He feels flayed open already. “Please.”
Tommy’s chuckle is more breathy than it isn’t, but with one final, parting kiss, he settles more firmly between Buck’s thighs, leaning over to the right for their lube that’s on the nightstand from yesterday.
“So demanding, Evan, so polite,” Tommy purrs, once he’s dribbled some of the lube onto his fingers. Buck watches with heavy-lidded eyes as Tommy warms the lube up for just a few moments. His fingers dip back between Buck’s thighs a moment later. The first tease of them at his hole has his thighs spreading impossibly wider, presenting himself to Tommy on a damned silver platter. “Fuck, Ev, look at you.”
Buck shudders at the praise, just as the first finger breaches his opening, sliding in easily to the first knuckle. Tommy’s eyes are fixed on Buck’s face, soaking up every little expressed and unadulterated fissure of pleasure that he can. Buck preens under the extra attention, truly in his element, and thrusts forcefully against Tommy’s thick finger, trying to force him deeper.
“More,” Buck’s a hair edge away from begging, now, but he’s not quite that far gone, yet. The fact that he’s wanting more and the first finger has hardly breached him is not lost on either of them, though.
Which means Tommy ignores him, allowing his sheathed finger to rub slow and agonizing around his rim, the glide unbearably good. It isn’t enough but Buck moans anyway, rocking into it like the sucker he is. Tommy’s hands are on him; in him. That’s all he needs.
(Maybe.)
Still, his mouth has other ideas, and with it unoccupied and slack with heat, Buck finds it hard to bite it all back. Some of it manages to slip through.
And Tommy’s finger just keeps rubbing, maddening.
“Babe, please,” Buck tries again, and this time, he can admit he’s begging for it.
Tommy hums, sliding his finger deeper like a reward, and Buck is grateful in his hunger.
It still isn’t enough but Tommy doesn’t stop him from the easy rhythm Buck falls into as he thrusts back against his finger. He only lasts half a dozen or so thrusts before he whines pitifully, unconcerned with the picture he makes. Tommy likes him desperate, he has nothing to worry about here.
“Another,” Buck tries again. “Please.”
Tommy smirks. “Fucking gorgeous, baby,” he says, and withdraws his finger. Buck is pretty sure he knows what’s coming but he wails anyway, hips slamming backwards as if that would be enough to force his finger back inside anyway. Thankfully, seconds later, he’s given two fingers, freshly lubed and pressed together so beautifully. Buck groans, thrusting back with a new vigor.
Buck isn’t completely satisfied, but it’s much better than just one, and he sighs, eyes sliding closed again as he loses himself to the feeling for just a moment.
“You sure you can’t come just like this?” Tommy asks, voice so alight with an aching sort of aspiration. “I think you can.”
Buck probably can, is the thing, but Tommy isn’t the only one who can read the other like an open book. So he sinks further onto Tommy’s fingers, mouth falling open on a silent moan.
“I’ve been good for you,” Buck is delirious at this point, unaware of the filth taking root on his tongue. “Haven’t I been good for you, T — Tommy? Please.”
Tommy groans again, and the precome that leaks all over them is unlike anything he’s ever managed before. Buck groans at the new slickness between their bodies.
“Jesus Christ, the mouth on you, Evan,” is all he says. He captures Buck’s lips in a rough imitation of a kiss, both of them trading spit more than actually kissing each other. It’s still one of Buck’s favorites.
“Are you complaining?” Buck knows he isn’t. Tommy loves it when he’s a bit of a brat, also perhaps a bit more than he should.
Instead of answering, Tommy makes quick work of preparing him, the teasing nature of his touches completely taken over by a sure determination to get Buck as prepared for him as possible. Considering the size of Tommy’s cock, it’s a fool's errand at best, but Buck loves the stretch. Another finger joins the fray after a few more torturous minutes, Tommy picking up the pace exponentially.
Buck’s completely lost sight of anything beyond this bed, beyond the way Tommy’s skin sings against his own. By the time the head of Tommy’s cock is pressing against his rim, wet with lube and Tommy’s raw desire, Buck, at this core, is a being completely entwined with Tommy.
This is everything he’s wanted since he was woken up by Tommy’s mouth — yeah, he’s definitely not getting over that tiny little detail anytime soon. And still, nothing could have prepared him for the slide of Tommy as he finally pushes in.
Buck groans, loud and unabashed, gleeful in his pleasure. “Yes, yeah, T — Tommy , please,” he keens. “All I want is to feel you.”
As soon as the words leave his mouth, he knows Tommy is as good as gone. He thrusts forward in a single motion, burying himself until his balls slap against Buck’s skin with the force that he uses to shove his cock inside. Buck makes another noise, one that only deepens when Tommy’s hands hoist him up the bed just a little, and he makes an encouraging noise when Buck adjusts his hips with him, curling his legs just that much more around Tommy in return.
Tommy leans close, their chest hair scratching together nicely as he hovers directly over Buck’s lips. He can feel his breathing against his skin, the dead giveaway that Tommy’s as affected as he is, if it weren’t for the size of his pupils. He looks like a man starved, and he can’t wait for Tommy to taste all of him.
“Beg for it, baby.” Tommy commands, voice soft and so, so warm. “Again.”
Buck moans. “Fuck me, Tommy, fuck me, please,” he babbles, so lost with it, giving himself over completely to the ache.
Tommy does not keep him waiting for long, this time. Indulgent in Buck’s pleasure, he starts an eager, steady pace that has him brushing against Buck’s prostrate at every pass.
Buck is officially completely at one with his own arousal, taken to a plane higher than himself and then maybe even higher to a degree. Sex with Tommy has always been nothing short of phenomenal, but there’s something about this, about when they get to play like this that has Buck feeling even stronger in their relationship than he did previously.
“Evan,” Tommy moans, breath still stuttering over Buck’s lips like the world’s most exquisite, unintentional temptation. Buck surges forward, interrupting Tommy’s rhythm but he needs that mouth against his own more than anything else right now. He makes a helpless noise as he opens his mouth for Tommy’s tongue, the slide of their hips adjusting easily to the change in angle.
Every thrust of Tommy’s cock drags just right against the edges of his puffy rim, the head of his cock nails his prostrate so cleanly still. Buck’s never felt complete fullness until he sat on Tommy’s cock for the first time. He sighs at the memory, their mouths separating for air once more.
Tommy looms above him, protective and handsome, rumpled by Buck’s hands, his cock, the simple way their hormones mix together. It’s the most intimate he’s ever been with anyone, and he knows, already, that it’s the most intimate he wants to be with anyone ever again.
His desperation reaches a new high at the thought, ricocheting around in his head like a boomerang of sharp lust.
“Thank you,” Buck groans, voice barely audible under the thrill of finally getting fucked the way he’s so desperately needed. "Love your dick so fucking m — much."
Buck sounds fucked out and incoherent, just the way that drives Tommy crazy. His cock lays between them, untouched and leaking in time with Tommy’s thrusts against his prostate. He isn’t going to last much longer in any case, but his hand reaches between their bodies anyway, fumbling for a hold on his dick. He’s dripping in precome, obscene, so it’s easy to set a punishing pace as he fucks into his own fist. He manages maybe three thrusts before Tommy’s batting his hand away with a soft tut of displeasure.
“Let me, baby,” Tommy says, pressing another kiss to his lips to soothe away the whimper that falls out of his mouth at the loss. Tommy’s hand wraps around him, and it’s even better than before, the slide of his hand accompanied with the movement of his hips means he’s not going to last very much longer at all. Buck’s already been holding on by the skin of his teeth for longer than he’d like to admit. “You’ve been so good for me, Evan. Such a good boy. Love seeing you like this.”
Buck arches into the praise, eyes sliding closed as he basks in the words Tommy always gifts to him so easily. “Love you,” he whispers.
Tommy only quickens the sweet relief of his hand over Buck’s dick, relentless in his quest to give Buck over to the most pleasure possible. “Love you too, sweet boy. Come for me now, sweetheart. You deserve to feel good.”
Buck is a lost man after that, and it’s easy to fall into the dance that their bodies choreograph together. It takes a few more jerks of Tommy’s wrist, with an exceptional twist of his fingers at the head of his cock for Buck to make a shattered, overwhelmed noise, and then he’s spilling thickly over Tommy’s fist.
“That’s it, Evan, good boy,” Tommy encourages, his hips somehow picking up the pace to the point that his body slides up their mattress and Buck wails. He feels impossibly huge like this, stretching him so completely in a way that he knows he'll continue chasing with Tommy for the rest of their lives.
Not that this is all that surprising of a thought, of course.
Tommy thrusts once, twice, three times more and then he’s spilling deep inside Buck, painting his insides hot and greedy with it. Buck offers himself up, confident in Tommy being able to hold him despite the ecstasy coursing through both of them right now, and he isn’t proven wrong.
Eventually, the movement of their hips finally slows to a complete stop, and Tommy collapses on top of him, both of them panting in the aftermath.
Buck breathes heavily for several moments, eyes fixed firmly on the ceiling as his hands rub up and down Tommy’s back as they both come down from their mutual high. It’s dead in the middle of the night, and they just had what is probably the hottest sex of their entire relationship and Buck could not be happier or more well fucked if he tried.
“Wow,” he breathes, after a long few minutes of silence.
“Yeah,” Tommy agrees, breathless laughter on the tip of his tongue. Tommy spreads delirium ridden kisses along the expanse of Buck's throat, affection pouring out of him. “You doing okay?”
“I am fantastic,” Buck sighs, abandoning his petting session to wrap his arms fully around Tommy’s form above him, clinging to him so they have as much skin to skin contact as possible. “We’re definitely doing that again. I can’t believe how hot that was.”
Tommy pulls back enough for Buck to see the curve of his grin. “Yeah?” He asks, smirking slightly. “What was it like?’
Buck bites on his own grin. “Like the most surreal blowjob. What I imagine having sex on acid is like,” Buck offers, humming softly, causing Tommy to break into soft laughter.
“Well, you’ll have to show me what it’s like.”
Buck leans forward to nip playfully at Tommy’s lips. There’s no way his dick can get back up any time soon but his the arousal pools in his belly anyway, eyes heavy with it all the same.
“Oh, trust me, I have so many plans.”
Tommy’s response is immediate, lips and tongue lighting a blazing path over the swell of Buck's Adam's apple, the cut of his jaw. “Mm, I look forward to it.”