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Buck tugs Eddie’s hair. He pulls off with a pop.
“Eddie, I can’t. I'm done,” Buck puffs, voice hoarse, scratched dry from the noises Eddie had already torn from him.
Eddie ignores his protests, continuing the pump of his fingers in and out of Buck’s tight hole. It looks gorgeous like this, pink and clamped down tight around Eddie’s thick fingers. He ducks his head down, licking a strip across the rim stretching to accommodate him.
Buck whines, tugging his hair again. “Eddie, I'm not twenty anymore. I can’t-“
He cuts himself off with a groan, eyes scrunching shut. Despite his protests he was rocking closer as much as he was rocking away.
“Im gonna-” he pants, hand coming down to push at Eddie’s wrist lightly. His eyes are glazed, cheeks rosy. “-need a few minutes to, if we’re gonna, again.”
Eddie looks up into his eyes, and says, very seriously, “Buck, I was raised to finish my meals.”
Eddie’s hand hasn’t hesitated.
Buck whines. His thick muscled thighs are trembling. Eddie’s head is bracketed between them. They brush against his cheeks as they shake. Eddie’s eyes are almost black as he drinks in the sight of Buck, so worked up already.
He pressing a tender kiss to his flesh. Goosebumps pebble under his lips.
Buck doesn’t try to push him away again. His hand falls limply to the side.
Despite all odds, Buck can feel something building again. It’s coursing hot through his thighs, curling in his core. Eddie’s pressure on his prostate is merciless. It’s too much. Way too much.
He’d pounding into him with unerring accuracy. The rhythm is brutal. There’s no reprieve. Just press after press into that sensitive spot. Everything’s sharper off the back of his orgasm. Like tonguing the hole where a tooth was.
It aches. Oh God, it aches so good.
And now it’s not enough too. The more Eddie’s pushing into him, the more he needs it. He can’t handle it. He aches and burns with it. Sweat drips down his chest. He wants it to stop, but if Eddie stops now he’ll die.
Eddie ducks his head back down. His breath ghosting Buck’s hole, making it flutter. The brush of cool air echoes outwards, skimming across every nerve in his body. He feels shaky, untethered.
Eddie presses his lips to him in wet sloppy kisses. It’s so filthy, the way he’s groaning into this kiss. He’s kissing Buck’s rim with movie star passion. Eyes closed, tongue sliding around and between his fingers. That unyielding pump of his fingers never slowing.
Buck tips his head back. “Eddieee.”
He doesn't even know what he wants anymore. He’s so turned on it hurts. He can’t bear the sight of Eddie like that. His dark lashes resting atop his cheeks, lips red and swollen, cheeks tinted pink.
He keeps his eyes trained on the ceiling, trying to breathe.
They flutter shut.
Fuck, that’s worse somehow.
The world narrows to the sensations. He needs something to tether him. Oh god.
He can’t even voice a proper moan anymore. His body is weak and uncooperative. He’s turned liquid under Eddie’s skilled tongue. All he can do is pant and whine, hand twitching uselessly as he tries to anchor himself in Eddie’s hair. His sounds mix with Eddie’s wet kisses. It's deafening in an otherwise silent room. It's overwhelming.
“Hah…fffuu..’
His legs try uselessly to draw up. To protect him from the onslaught of sensations. The dull hammering against his prostate is a relentless pressure. It’s a hammer hitting a cauldron of lava swinging around in his groin. It spills over, sizzling him.
He can feel every centimetre of drag as Eddie pulls his fingers out, then presses back in.The rough pace and pressure juxtaposed against the gentle attention of his lips and tongue keeps him feeling every little thing. His nerves don't adjust to dampen the sensation. He feels it all.
He needs, he can’t-
It’s building, he’s gonna and he can’t-
His legs try again, more spasming than a coordinated effort to pull closed. Eddie pauses to grin up at him. He puts a heavy hand on Buck’s thigh, pushing them apart wider.
“Buck. I don’t care if your legs are shaking. I’m going to finish my meal.”
He clamps his mouth around the sensitive skin on Buck’s inner thigh and starts sucking and biting with a vengeance. It hurts. It’s so sore. It’s fuck, it’s good. It's so much.
The pain short-circuits his senses. Shocking his system, it ruins his progress towards the mounting orgasm. His stomach drops with it. He can taste static.
He registers distantly that the pathetic whimpering sounds are coming from him. He thinks his eyes might’ve rolled back.
Fuck, it’s feeling, he's feeling a lot. So much. So so much.
Buck whines, long and loud. His legs make another valiant attempt to press closed and protect him from this assault. The hammering of his prostate hasn't eased at all. Eddie squeezes hard, fingers digging into the flesh of his thigh. His body jerks, spine arching. Everything is so much. His entire body feels tender and bruised. Eddie’s fingers feel like they’re pressing into already purpled skin.
Buck can’t think. All he can do is feel. He’s helpless but to lay there and take it.
His dick leaks drop after drop of precum, running down his cock, making a mess.
The sucking and biting stays focused in that one spot. The bruise Eddie leaves will be so purple that it’s black. The skin is so tender now under Eddie’s mouth. It aches so badly, so intensely, he doesn't know if it’s pain or pleasure emanating from it. All he knows is it’s coming wave after wave. Crashing while another crests.
Either way it has him panting, writhing.
When Eddie pulls the skin in and sucks at it with brutal force for a touch too long, he feels like he’s going to black out.
He’s so hard he's pulsing like a migraine.
The pressure inside him hasn’t stopped building. It’s stronger now even. But it’s still out of reach. It grates his nerves. Stings like nails down his back.
He needs it. Needs it so bad. It’s going to hurt when he does. The force of it. But oh god does he need it.
He can feel tears gathering in his eyes, threatening to spill over.
“Eddie. Eddie please. Please I can’t.”
The relief as Eddie pulls his mouth away to speak feels like a cool wave washing over him. It pushes him over and pulls him down.
“You can. Besides, I'm still hungry,” His voice is gravelly, rough.
Buck feels like he’s out of his mind.
He squeezes his eyes shut, breath heaving out of him.
They fly open as Eddie tugs a leg over each shoulder, manhandling him, as if Buck weighs nothing.
He dives back down, burying his face in Buck. He retracts his fingers, using them instead to spread Buck open at the mercy of his tongue.
Buck should've known better than to expect relief. Instead, the emptiness feels like fire raging hot inside of him. It’s sucking all the oxygen out of the room.
Eddie fucks and sucks at Buck’s hole like it’s his last meal. He alternates, moving unpredictability, keeping a rhythm then changing it just when Buck feels he’s gaining some sanity or coherence. He brushes his thumb across the rim, pushing it in teasingly, but never fully. There’s no relief. Just flame after flame licking at his nerves. Eddie blows cold air and nips at the sensitive skin.
He can’t hear his whining and panting. Everything is focused on feeling. Buck is worried he might combust. His legs shake with such force, it’s sapping his energy.
The pressure coiled tight in his gut, and the smarting ache of his dripping cock, is going to kill him. He needs to cum so badly. He’s never needed anything like he needs this.
He gathers the strength to shape the sounds falling from his lips into words. A plea.
“Eddie please. Please Eddie. I need. Please, I need.” It comes out shaky, desperate, and a little wet.
He realises then that his cheeks are damp, tacky.
He must look a sight. Chest flushed, body trembling, lashes wet with tears. He knows his watery blue eyes must look pathetic. He’s putting every ounce of need into them, hoping Eddie will take pity on him.
Eddie looks up at Buck. His eyes twinkle, smug. His lips stretch into a feral grin, canines on display. Buck feels a bit like little red riding hood.
Eddie presses a gentle kiss to the bruise he marred Buck’s pale skin with.
“Okay, baby. I’ll give you what you need.” It sounds like a threat.
He leverages himself onto his knees, Buck’s legs still suspended, as if securing his uniform.
Buck doesn't have time to thank the Gods for Eddie's mercy. He’s slathering his cock in the mess of Buck’s fluids then pressing in.
The thick head spears into him. Buck’s rim stretches, burning slightly. It ripples through his groin. Warm and aching. Static roars in his ears. The hot weight of Eddie’s length sliding into him stokes the fire in his stomach into an inferno. The nerves light up like fireworks as he glides against his walls.
He’s so full, it’s so thick.
The fire engulfs him. Wave after wave of hot pleasure washes through him. His thighs clench, seizing around Eddie in a chokehold. The strangled noise fighting its way up his throat is more scream than moan. He pants and groans through it like it hurts. It does hurt. His body is jerking, convulsing as the orgasm tears through him, razing everything in its path. The force feels like something is being pulled from his body, like his soul is ripped free.
His cock jerks violently. Even the sensation of his cum hitting his stomach, pulse after pulse pooling there, cooling, is too much.
His fingers feel weird. Numb and buzzing. His stomach uncoils. Everything loosens. It’s like the wave of opioids, washing in, soothing everything in its path.
Eddie’s hand is on his cheek, wiping his tears. It feels a million miles away. He can’t hear what he’s saying. There’s cotton wool in his ears. His body collapses, wrung out. He can finally make out some of the words.
“So good Buck. You’re so good for me.”
Buck’s limbs are too heavy to reach out for him. His throat has calcified. His body is melting into the mattress. He’s floating somewhere else.
He stays lost in Eddie’s eyes, as his body focuses all its energy on sucking in great lungfuls of air.
‘You give me everything I need. So perfect, baby. Look so beautiful.”
Warm, buzzy, and glowing, he doesn't make it back to his body before sleep claims him.