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Eddie stepped inside and closed the door behind him like it was any other day—slow, quiet, heavy with heat.
But it wasn’t any other day.
The house smelled the same as always. Familiar. Lived-in. The faint scent of pine cleaner still clung to the air, and under that—coffee, Eddie’s cologne still lingering on the walls, Buck’s shampoo probably hanging in the bathroom.
But there was something else.
Something that hit him in the chest like a punch.
It was barely there— faint. But Eddie smelled it.
Sex.
Not just that vague, impersonal scent. No. It was Buck’s. Buck’s sweat. Buck’s skin. Buck’s pleasure. It clung to the space like smoke after a fire. Like someone had tried to hide it, cover it up, clean it away—too quickly. Sloppy.
Eddie’s eyes fell to the kitchen.
The mug on the counter wasn’t his.
It wasn’t Buck’s either.
It sat too neatly. Too unfamiliar. And Eddie’s entire body went still.
That was his counter.
His house.
His fucking kitchen.
And then the image flashed in his mind again—burned there, carved into the inside of his skull. From the camera. From the feed.
Buck.
Spread over that counter. His back arched, his lips parted, his hands fisting the edge. Another man’s hand in his hair. Another man’s hips driving into him. Buck gasping. Buck moaning.
Eddie’s stomach twisted. Heat flushed down his spine like gasoline.
He hadn’t spoken yet. Hadn’t moved.
But then he heard footsteps behind him.
Buck’s voice was light. Tired. Unaware.
“Eds? I didn’t know you’d be—”
He stopped short.
Eddie turned around, slowly.
Buck was standing in the hallway, barefoot, sleep-mussed, wearing Eddie’s hoodie—like it was his. Like it still meant something.
And maybe it did.
But Eddie couldn’t see that right now.
All he saw was the kitchen behind him. All he saw was Buck’s swollen lips, the faintest hint of a bruise along his neck.
The bruise wasn’t his.
Eddie’s jaw flexed.
“You fucked him here?”
Buck blinked, confusion flashing in his eyes. “What?”
Eddie’s voice didn’t waver. “On the counter.”
He turned his head slightly, gesturing behind him. He could hear the thrum of blood in his ears. His own voice sounded distant, like it was echoing back at him.
“Don’t lie to me, Buck. I saw it.”
The shift in Buck’s expression was immediate. His lips parted. Color drained from his face.
“You—” he whispered. “You saw ?”
Eddie stared at him. Let the silence stretch long and painful between them. Then, slowly, he took a step forward.
“You let him touch you,” Eddie said, voice low and dangerous. “In my house.”
Buck’s breath hitched. He shook his head, stumbling over words. “Eddie, it wasn’t—”
“Was it good?” Eddie asked, venom lacing every word. “Was it great ?”
Buck flinched.
And that was all it took.
Eddie stepped in close, crowding him, hand bracing against the wall beside Buck’s head. He tilted his face up, close enough that their lips almost touched. His voice dropped to a growl.
“Did you moan for him the way you moan for me?”
Buck’s eyes fluttered. “Eddie—”
“You screamed my name once,” Eddie murmured. “Even with his cock in you. I heard it.”
Buck made a sound—choked, wrecked—and Eddie felt the way his body responded. The tension. The shame. The heat.
Eddie pressed his chest to Buck’s.
“You moaned my name with his dick inside you,” he whispered. “You think I didn’t hear that? You think I haven’t been reliving it every fucking night since?”
Buck let out a shaky breath. “I didn’t mean to—”
Eddie grabbed his jaw. Not cruel. But firm. Possessive. Desperate.
“You did,” Eddie rasped. “Because your body knows who it belongs to.”
Buck whimpered.
Eddie’s other hand trailed down. Over Buck’s chest. Over his stomach. Down, lower.
“You moaned for me while someone else fucked you,” he said. “You don’t get to pretend anymore.”
And then he spun Buck around and shoved him up against the kitchen counter.
Buck gasped as his hips hit the edge, hands splayed flat on the cool surface.
Eddie didn’t touch him yet. He just stood behind him—chest rising and falling like he was holding back a storm.
He reached down and gripped the hem of the hoodie Buck was wearing.
His hoodie.
He yanked it up, rough and quick, baring Buck’s back, then leaned in and dragged his mouth along the nape of Buck’s neck, biting, claiming.
Buck trembled under him, already breathless, already aching.
Eddie’s voice was nothing but gravel.
“You think I’m gonna let this go?”
Buck shook his head slowly. “No.”
“You think I’m gonna forgive you for letting him touch what’s mine?”
Another shake. “No.”
Eddie slipped his hand lower, down Buck’s spine, to the waistband of his sweats. Then slowly— painfully slowly —he pushed them down. One inch. Two. All the way past his hips, until they dropped to the floor in a heavy rustle.
No underwear.
No barrier.
Just Buck. Bare, flushed, on full display.
Eddie stared at the way the curve of his ass dipped, the way he was already starting to arch back into him like instinct.
“Fuck,” Eddie whispered, his voice a low rasp. “Look at you.”
Buck whimpered, fingertips pressing harder into the counter. “Eddie—”
Eddie reached out, palmed both cheeks roughly, spreading him open.
Buck jolted, thighs trembling.
“You’re shaking,” Eddie said softly, almost mockingly.
“Because I need you,” Buck whispered. “Please, Eddie…”
Eddie spat into his hand, then again, and reached down to stroke himself, slow and deliberate. He was already hard—aching—so hard it bordered on painful. His cock throbbed in his fist, every vein standing out, flushed dark.
He didn’t slick Buck up yet.
He just stood there, behind him, cock in hand, staring at the mess of him— his mess.
“You really are a fucking slut,” Eddie murmured, voice like a growl against Buck’s ear.
Buck whimpered. “I am.”
“You like this?”
“Yes—”
“You like being bent over the counter like this for me?”
Buck moaned, his hips twitching. “Eddie—please—”
Eddie stepped closer, the head of his cock nudging between Buck’s cheeks.
“No more begging,” Eddie growled. “Take it.”
And then he pushed inside.
The stretch was sharp, almost brutal, and Buck cried out—loud and wrecked—as Eddie sank in deeper. Inch by inch, dragging it out, making sure he felt every second of it.
“ Fuck, ” Eddie groaned through gritted teeth. “Still so tight. Even after he fucked you.”
Buck choked on a moan, knuckles white where he gripped the counter.
Eddie bottomed out, hips flush against Buck’s ass. He stayed there, buried to the hilt, feeling Buck’s body clench around him, draw him in deeper.
He leaned over, chest against Buck’s back, voice low and wicked.
“You think anyone’s ever gonna fuck you like this?”
Buck shook his head desperately, tears in his lashes.
“No,” he whispered. “No one but you.”
“Damn right,” Eddie hissed, pulling back—then slamming in hard.
The counter jolted with the force of it. Buck cried out, back arching, mouth open and silent at first—until the sounds came, so many sounds, breathy, needy, filthy.
Eddie set a punishing rhythm. One that told a story.
Every thrust was a sentence.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
Buck shattered beneath him—his body bending, surrendering, offering every inch of himself up like it was nothing.
Like it was everything.
Eddie grabbed his hips, held them still, and fucked deeper.
“Say it,” he growled.
Buck whimpered, too far gone to ask what.
“Say who you belong to.”
“You, Eddie,” Buck gasped, shaking. “ You. Only you. ”
Eddie snapped his hips again, and Buck’s legs nearly gave out.
“You gonna let me fuck you in every room of this house until you forget his name?”
“Yes,” Buck sobbed. “Please—please, Eddie—I want it.”
“You gonna let me ruin you?”
Buck moaned. “ Wreck me. ”
Eddie gritted his teeth, sweat dripping down his neck, muscles tense. “You remember what you said when I left?”
Buck was silent, dazed.
“I do,” Eddie rasped. “You said, don’t forget me. ”
Another snap of his hips—deep, brutal.
Buck’s whole body jolted.
Eddie leaned in, lips brushing his shoulder.
“I didn’t.”
———————
Eddie didn’t stop moving.
Even after Buck was trembling beneath him, even after his voice had cracked from moaning too hard, even after his body had gone pliant—wrecked, used, filled—Eddie kept rocking into him. Slow. Deep. Possessive.
Like he was branding him from the inside out.
Buck was gasping now, his face turned against the counter, lashes wet, jaw slack. He looked ruined.
He looked perfect.
Eddie leaned down, voice low and ragged against Buck’s ear. “You wanted him to make you feel good, huh?”
Buck whimpered—barely coherent.
“You wanted someone to fuck you like they meant it?” Eddie growled. “Then take it. Every last bit of me.”
A shudder went through Buck’s entire body.
Eddie gritted his teeth, thrust once more, deep— so deep —and then he was still.
His breath hitched. Buck whimpered again at the feeling—full, stretched, completely overwhelmed.
They stayed like that for a beat. Two. Neither of them speaking.
And then Eddie slowly pulled out, his hands tightening on Buck’s hips to keep him upright.
Buck’s legs buckled, knees hitting the floor, but Eddie caught him before he could fall.
He dragged Buck back against his chest, both of them panting.
And then Eddie murmured, low and dangerous against his ear:
“You wanted every part of me, didn’t you?”
Buck swallowed hard.
“Then taste it. ”
Eddie turned him in his arms, hand cradling the back of Buck’s neck, thumb brushing his jaw— not gentle, but not cruel either. Something more.
Something claiming.
Buck let him guide him. Lips parting. Breathing fast.
He licked Eddie’s skin where it was slick with sweat, groaned at the taste, at the contact, at the ache still burning through both of them.
Eddie watched him, gaze dark and unrelenting.
“Good boy,” he murmured. “You’ll remember that every time you try to forget who you belong to.”
Buck looked up at him with glassy eyes and a wrecked smile.
“Never forgot,” he whispered. “Not even for a second.”
Eddie’s jaw clenched. He bent down, kissed Buck hard—possessive and deep and all-consuming.
Then, without another word, he lifted him.
One arm behind his back, the other under his knees.
Buck didn’t protest. Didn’t ask where they were going. He just curled into Eddie’s chest and let himself be carried.
Eddie walked them through the house—slow, steady, deliberate.
Past the living room. Past the hallway. Every space that once felt invaded now reclaimed with every step.
Until they reached the bedroom.
Their bedroom.
Eddie kicked the door open.
The sheets were still a mess.
Good.
He was about to ruin them again.
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Eddie laid Buck down on the bed like he was setting something sacred back where it belonged.
The sheets were still tangled, wrinkled—proof that someone else had been here.
Good.
Because by the time Eddie was done, no one would ever mistake who this bed belonged to. Who Buck belonged to.
Buck blinked up at him, lips swollen, skin flushed pink and red from counter bruises and handprints. His thighs were trembling, his chest rising and falling in shallow gasps, but his eyes—
His eyes were clear.
They weren’t pleading anymore.
They were waiting.
Eddie stood at the edge of the bed, staring down at him like he was trying to memorize this moment. Like he was carving it into stone.
“You okay?” he rasped, voice low, roughened by everything that had come before it.
Buck gave him a tiny, wrecked smile. “I will be.”
Eddie crawled over him slowly, his hands planting on either side of Buck’s head, caging him in.
“I’m not done with you,” he murmured, brushing his lips across Buck’s jaw.
“I know,” Buck whispered. “Please don’t be.”
Eddie kissed him again—slower now. Not gentle, but deeper. He licked into Buck’s mouth, bit his lower lip, growled when Buck arched up beneath him.
Their bodies fit together like this.
Like they were always supposed to.
Eddie pulled back just enough to look down at him. His eyes scanned Buck’s face, his chest, his arms stretched above his head like he wanted to be restrained, like he needed to give himself up again.
Eddie’s hand slipped between Buck’s thighs, dragging slow, lazy touches over his overstimulated skin.
“You still hard for me?” he asked, voice more breath than sound.
Buck let out a shaky moan.
“Always,” he whispered.
Eddie’s hand closed around him, slow and possessive. “Even after everything?”
Buck nodded desperately. “Especially after everything.”
Eddie licked his lips, stared down at the man who had ruined him, wrecked him, saved him more times than he could count.
“I’m gonna fuck you again,” he said, dead serious. “You’re gonna take me until you can’t stand. Until you forget anyone else ever touched you.”
Buck’s mouth dropped open, a wrecked little sound falling out.
“Eddie—”
“I want you to scream this time,” Eddie rasped. “Loud. Until the neighbors hear who makes you fall apart.”
Buck whimpered. “I’ll scream for you.”
“You gonna let me ruin you, baby?” Eddie asked, dragging the head of his cock through the mess between Buck’s legs.
Buck nodded, eyes shining. “Please. Ruin me.”
And when Eddie slid inside again—slow and deep this time, letting every inch stretch Buck open—the sound Buck made was pure heaven.
Eddie cursed under his breath, voice trembling.
“God, you’re still so tight. Like you were made for me.”
Buck’s hands clawed at the sheets, back arching, gasping.
“I was ,” he moaned. “I’m yours, Eddie. Always.”
Eddie leaned over him, thrusting deep, slow, rolling his hips in lazy, punishing circles that made Buck cry out with every pass.
“You’re gonna come for me again,” Eddie whispered. “But not until I say.”
Buck whimpered. “Yes. Yes, Eddie—anything.”
And Eddie kept going.
Making love like a promise.
Fucking him like a prayer.
Saying everything they hadn’t said—with every stroke, every moan, every whispered mine.
———————
Eddie’s rhythm changed.
Gone was the slow drag of hips, the reverent claiming. Now his hands gripped Buck’s thighs with bruising force, shoving them higher, wider, open.
His jaw was clenched. His eyes were burning.
And his thrusts— fuck —they turned ruthless.
Deep. Hard. Fast.
Every snap of Eddie’s hips sent Buck jolting up the bed, fingers scrambling at the sheets, gasping so loud it echoed through the room.
Eddie was growling now—quiet, constant, low and guttural like he couldn’t hold it in anymore.
“You let him touch you like this?” he snarled. “Let him inside you— here ?”
Buck’s eyes rolled back, overwhelmed. “Eddie—”
“Answer me.”
“N-no,” Buck sobbed. “Not like this—never like this.”
Eddie slammed in deeper, harder, until Buck screamed.
“Yeah?” Eddie hissed. “You didn’t beg for him the way you’re begging for me right now?”
Buck’s head snapped back, lips parted, throat working around the wrecked sounds spilling out. “Never. Never begged him—only you— fuck, only you—”
Eddie leaned in close, his lips brushing Buck’s jaw, his thrusts never slowing.
“You moan louder for me.”
Thrust.
“You open easier for me.”
Thrust.
“You come for me.”
Another brutal thrust that made Buck cry out, writhing under him.
“You’re mine, Buck. You hear me?”
“Yes—Eddie—fuck—yes—yours—always—”
Eddie bit down on Buck’s neck, hard enough to leave a mark, his hips pistoning forward, the sound of skin on skin obscene and loud and so fucking desperate.
“I’m the one who knows how to make you fall apart,” he rasped. “Not him. Never him.”
Buck’s hands clawed at Eddie’s back, nails dragging down muscle.
“You fuckin’ love this,” Eddie growled, voice cracking. “Being ruined by me. Split open on my cock like you were made for it.”
Buck nodded frantically, tears brimming. “I love it—I love you—Eddie—”
Eddie groaned—loud, broken, wrecked —and kept going, hips snapping faster now, fucking so deep Buck could feel it in his stomach.
“You think he made you feel like this?” Eddie spat, voice soaked in jealousy, hips not letting up. “You think he made you scream like this?”
“No,” Buck cried. “He didn’t—he couldn’t— only you —”
“You’re my slut,” Eddie growled, voice shaking, teeth gritted.
“Yes—yours,” Buck sobbed, nearly undone. “Only yours, Eddie, please— ”
Eddie was right there, cock dragging over every spot inside him that made Buck lose his breath, and still he wanted more— needed more.
Eddie gripped his face, holding him still. “You wanna come?”
Buck whimpered. “Yes, yes, please—Eddie—”
“You don’t come until I say,” he snapped, voice low and cruel and full of love. “You come when I let you.”
And Buck nodded, desperate and obedient, tears slipping down his cheeks from how fucking good it was, how deep, how right, how much it hurt to feel this much for someone.
Eddie looked at him like he was everything.
Like he’d always been his.
And then—Eddie slammed in one final time and held there, buried deep, trembling from head to toe, groaning his name like a prayer.
“ Buck, ” he gasped. “Fuck— I love you. ”
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Eddie didn’t say a word as he backed Buck toward the bathroom, hands still gripping his waist, eyes locked on him like he was daring him to flinch.
Buck didn’t.
He stepped back willingly, breath shallow, pupils blown wide, lips still swollen from kissing and crying and everything Eddie had already done to him.
When they crossed the threshold, Eddie flipped the light on with one hand, then shoved the door closed with the other. The lock clicked. The silence buzzed.
Buck stood still in the center of the room, hair messy, thighs flushed, skin still glowing from being fucked open and owned.
Eddie stared at him. Chest heaving. Jaw tight.
“On your knees,” he said.
Buck dropped instantly.
No hesitation. No shame. Just raw need.
He looked up at Eddie with something feral in his eyes—something soft and wrecked and so completely devoted it nearly took Eddie’s breath away.
Eddie stepped forward, slow, deliberate, until his cock was right in front of Buck’s face—thick, flushed, and still slick from everything they’d just done.
Buck licked his lips.
Eddie reached down and gripped the base of himself, voice low and dangerous.
“You’re gonna take it. All of it.”
Buck nodded, eyes not leaving his cock for a second. “I want to.”
Eddie smirked. “Good.”
He ran the tip along Buck’s lips, slow and teasing, then slid in just a little—just enough to make Buck moan and press closer.
Eddie held him there.
“Slow,” he warned. “I want to feel every inch of your mouth.”
Buck wrapped his lips around him, obedient and eager, sucking gently at first, letting his tongue swirl underneath in slow, reverent strokes.
Eddie groaned low. His hand came down to cradle the back of Buck’s head, fingers threading through his curls—not forcing, not yet.
“Look at you,” Eddie muttered. “Fucking perfect on your knees.”
Buck moaned around him.
“Yeah, that’s right,” Eddie whispered. “You love it. Being used. Being good.”
He let Buck take more—inch by inch, his lips stretching wide, his jaw flexing as Eddie started rocking slowly into his mouth.
“Fuck,” Eddie groaned, breath catching. “You suck me like you were made for it.”
Buck hummed, eyes fluttering closed for a second—then opened again, wide and locked on Eddie’s.
Heart eyes.
Like he wanted this forever.
Eddie’s control snapped a little.
His grip tightened. His thrusts picked up, slow turning steady, steady turning urgent.
He groaned, deeper now, pushing Buck’s limits, watching tears prick at the corners of his eyes, spit slicking his chin, every sound filthy.
“Take it,” Eddie growled. “Just like that. Fuck, you’re so good for me.”
Buck choked slightly—but didn’t pull back. He let Eddie use his mouth, let him take whatever he needed.
And when Eddie pulled out, panting hard, hand still in Buck’s hair, his release hit Buck’s lips and cheek—hot, messy, claiming.
Buck blinked up at him, still kneeling. Still waiting.
Eddie brushed his thumb through the mess on Buck’s face, eyes dark.
“Open.”
Buck obeyed instantly.
Eddie brought his finger to Buck’s mouth, smeared with come.
“Lick it clean.”
Buck moaned as he wrapped his lips around it, sucking slow, eyes locked on Eddie’s the whole time.
Eddie exhaled, wrecked. “Good fucking boy.”
And then—without another word—he hauled Buck up and spun him around to the sink, bent him over the cool porcelain, legs spread wide.
“I’m not done,” he growled.
And when he pushed back inside, it was deep. Deliberate. Dangerous.
Like he had something to prove.
Because he did.
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Buck’s palms braced flat against the cool porcelain of the sink. His legs were spread, trembling, chest rising and falling in frantic little gasps as Eddie slammed back inside him—one hard, brutal thrust that knocked the breath from both their lungs.
Eddie didn’t give him a second to adjust.
He gripped Buck’s hips tight, his fingers digging into flushed skin, and fucked.
Deep. Fast. Claiming.
The sound of skin against skin was obscene—echoing in the small bathroom, mixing with Buck’s breathless moans and Eddie’s low, jealous growls.
“You let him touch you here?” Eddie snarled, his voice right at Buck’s ear. “Did he bend you over like this?”
Buck shook his head wildly, whimpering. “No—never—only you— fuck, Eddie— ”
“That’s right,” Eddie snapped, each thrust sharper than the last. “Only me. Only my cock gets you like this. Makes you shake. Makes you beg.”
Buck cried out, knuckles white on the sink, eyes fluttering closed as his body took every inch, every punishing snap of Eddie’s hips.
“You’re dripping for me,” Eddie growled. “Messy and open and mine.”
Buck gasped, voice wrecked. “Yours—I’m yours—please don’t stop—”
“I’m not stopping until I’ve ruined you.”
Eddie fucked harder, faster, their bodies slamming together with dizzying force, like he was pouring all his jealousy, his fear, his love into every thrust.
Buck’s voice cracked. “Eddie—I’m—please, I’m gonna—”
Eddie leaned in, teeth grazing Buck’s neck.
“Come for me,” he growled. “Right here. Where he’ll never touch you again.”
And Buck shattered.
His whole body jerked, legs going weak, his release hitting him so hard it stole the sound from his throat.
Eddie didn’t stop. Not yet.
He held him there— took him, still pounding into him through the aftershocks, chasing his own end.
“Mine,” he groaned. “You’re fucking mine.”
When he came, it was with a strangled moan against Buck’s shoulder—his body pressed tight to Buck’s back, every muscle tense and burning.
They stayed there, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat and possession.
Buck looked up, dazed, into the mirror—his reflection wrecked, glowing, lips parted.
Eddie caught his gaze in the mirror and smirked.
“Next time you think about letting someone else touch you,” he whispered darkly, “remember this.”
Buck nodded, weak, spent, trembling—but smiling like he’d never been more sure of anything in his life.
——————————
Buck was still gasping, half-collapsed over the sink, skin flushed and slick, when Eddie dropped to his knees behind him without a word.
Not because Buck asked.
Because Eddie wanted to.
No—because he needed to.
His hands gripped Buck’s hips, thumbs dragging down the backs of his thighs, slow and claiming, spreading him open like a gift he hadn’t unwrapped properly the first time.
Buck let out a broken moan, arms trembling, spine arching like instinct.
“Eddie,” he breathed, voice cracking.
But Eddie didn’t answer. He just leaned in.
And Buck shuddered.
The first pass of Eddie’s tongue made Buck jolt—his fingers gripping the counter, head falling forward, legs already shaking.
It was slow. Deliberate. Cruel.
Not gentle. Not rushed.
Eddie was tasting him. Claiming him. Mouth dragging over heat and sweat and the mess of what they’d already done. Like he wanted to eat every part of Buck until he forgot where Eddie ended and he began.
Buck cried out, wrecked and high-pitched, knees nearly buckling.
“ Fuck— Eddie, oh my—please—”
But Eddie didn’t stop.
Didn’t even slow down.
He held Buck open, hands splayed, fingertips pressing bruises into his hips, and devoured him.
Buck was babbling now—words melting into moans, his whole body shaking like he didn’t know how to take this, like no one had ever done this to him before.
Because no one had.
Not like this.
Not like Eddie—desperate, starving, reverent and filthy all at once.
“ Yours, ” Buck gasped, voice wrecked, one hand slamming against the mirror. “God, Eddie, I’m yours— don’t stop— ”
And Eddie didn’t.
He kept going until Buck was grinding back into his mouth, begging, pleading, every sound spilling from his lips soaked in need.
Until he was crying Eddie’s name like a prayer.
Until the only thing in Buck’s world was Eddie—his mouth, his grip, his need.
And just before Buck shattered completely, Eddie finally pulled back, his breath hot against Buck’s skin, voice low and ragged:
“You taste like mine.”
—————————————
Eddie had Buck back in bed.
The lights were dim now, shadows soft across the sheets, the tension no longer sharp and punishing—but deeper, heavier. The kind of heat that lingered. The kind that claimed.
Buck was on all fours, back arched beautifully, head lowered, cheeks flushed. He was trembling already—barely holding himself up—his thighs still twitching from everything Eddie had done to him before.
Eddie knelt behind him, one hand dragging up Buck’s spine, slow and reverent, the other gripping the base of himself. He guided the tip of his cock over that sensitive stretch of skin, just enough to make Buck gasp and arch into him.
“Eddie,” Buck whispered, voice already wrecked.
“I’ve got you,” Eddie murmured, breathless.
And then he slid back in.
Deep.
Buck cried out , head dropping forward, fingers curling tight in the sheets.
Eddie groaned, his eyes fluttering shut for a second as he sank in, inch by inch, until he was buried all the way.
“You feel that?” he rasped, hips pressed flush against Buck. “That’s how you’re meant to be— full of me. ”
Buck sobbed, his voice caught between a moan and a plea. “ God, yes— fuck, Eddie, you feel so good—so deep— you’re perfect— ”
Eddie pulled back slowly and rolled his hips forward again—deeper, smoother—making sure Buck felt everything.
“I could stay here all night,” he murmured. “Just like this. Inside you.”
Buck moaned, back arching, trembling.
“ Don’t stop, ” he begged. “Please, Eddie— you fuck me so good—no one else ever— ”
Eddie leaned over, chest brushing Buck’s back, his lips close to Buck’s ear.
“Say it.”
Buck choked on a whimper. “ No one’s ever fucked me like you. No one. ”
Eddie smiled, thrusting deeper, firmer, his rhythm steady and devastating.
“That’s right. This cock—” he snapped his hips, hard enough to make Buck’s breath stutter, “—is the only one that knows how to ruin you right.”
Buck let out a broken sob, his voice cracking.
“I love your cock,” he moaned. “Love how it feels—love when you’re inside me— Eddie, I can’t get enough— ”
Eddie groaned, his grip tightening on Buck’s waist. “Yeah, you do. You love being fucked like this. Loved. Owned.”
“I’m yours,” Buck gasped. “Always— fuck, always—”
Eddie’s pace deepened—not wild, but intense. Grounded. Every thrust sure and overwhelming, dragging sounds from Buck he didn’t even know he could make.
He was shaking. Whimpering. Gasping Eddie’s name over and over like a prayer.
Eddie kissed the back of his neck between thrusts, whispered filthy praise against his skin.
“You’re so perfect like this.”
“Taking me so good, baby.”
“No one gets you like I do.”
And when Buck finally came—his body wracked with tremors, his voice breaking on Eddie’s name—Eddie held him through it, kissed his spine, and followed him into it with a broken moan of his own.
They collapsed together, breathless and sweat-soaked, tangled in sheets that smelled like them.
Eddie didn’t pull out right away.
He just stayed there. Buried deep. Holding Buck.
“ Mine, ” he whispered against Buck’s shoulder.
Buck turned his head, tears still clinging to his lashes.
“ Always. ”
———————
Eddie looked down at Buck, completely wrecked and radiant beneath him. Skin flushed, thighs trembling, eyes glassy with want. Buck’s legs were still folded up, knees bent back toward his chest, completely open and offered to him.
Eddie’s hand cradled the back of Buck’s knee, thumb brushing lazy circles as he guided himself back in.
Buck gasped.
He could feel it—every inch. The way Eddie pushed in slow , stretching him out again, deeper this time, more deliberate.
“ Fuck, ” Buck moaned, his fingers twisting in the sheets. “You’re so deep, Eddie— I can feel it— ”
Eddie groaned, leaning over him, mouth hovering over his jaw. “Yeah? You feel how perfect you take me?”
Buck whimpered, back arching. “I love it— love your cock— ”
Eddie thrust again—slow and hard, dragging every inch out of him.
“You say that like I don’t already know,” he whispered. “You say that like you don’t fall apart for it every time.”
Buck’s mouth dropped open, a high-pitched moan spilling out as Eddie rolled his hips in deep, dragging a long, slow stroke inside him that had his whole body trembling.
“ God— ” Buck sobbed. “I—I can’t— you’re so good— ”
Eddie cupped his jaw, forced Buck to look at him.
“You take it like no one else,” he growled. “No one’s ever made me feel like this. No one’s ever sounded like you.”
Buck was shaking—hips rising to meet every slow thrust, desperate for more and unable to form words.
“Say it,” Eddie whispered.
Buck blinked up at him, wrecked.
“Say whose cock this is.”
“ Yours— ” Buck gasped. “It’s yours—only yours— please don’t stop— ”
Eddie kissed him then—slow and deep, possessive—and thrust again, hips rolling with precision, fucking Buck into the mattress with each grind.
“Yeah,” Eddie breathed, voice rough and low. “This is what you needed, huh? Not someone fumbling to make you feel good— me. Stretching you open, making you moan like a fucking angel.”
Buck was gone—completely wrecked, moaning Eddie’s name over and over, words tumbling out like a mantra.
“ Yours. Yours. Yours. ”
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Buck didn’t move at first.
Couldn’t, really.
He was boneless and blinking slowly, his breath still coming in soft, uneven waves. Eddie was stretched out beside him now, one hand still cradling Buck’s cheek, his other splayed wide against Buck’s bare chest—like he needed to feel that heartbeat beneath his palm.
Neither of them said anything for a long time.
The room was quiet. Dim. The air still thick with sweat and heat and the kind of love that didn’t need to be spoken out loud.
Not yet.
Eddie leaned in and brushed a kiss to Buck’s temple. Then his cheek. Then the corner of his mouth.
“You okay?” he whispered.
Buck gave a tired little laugh, voice scratchy. “I don’t even know where I am. ”
Eddie smiled against his skin. “You’re home.”
Buck turned toward him, eyes glassy and full. “Yeah. I am.”
Eddie sat up enough to reach for the blanket at the end of the bed, tugging it gently over both of them. He helped Buck roll onto his side, pulled him close, and tucked him in against his chest like he belonged there.
Buck immediately curled in—one hand fisting lightly in Eddie’s shirt, the other resting over his heart.
Eddie kissed the top of his head.
They lay there for a while, tangled up and quiet, nothing but the sound of their breathing in sync.
Then Buck whispered, so softly it was almost a secret: “I love you.”
Eddie didn’t hesitate. “I love you more.”
Buck smiled into his chest. “Not possible.”
Eddie laughed quietly and held him closer.
And for the first time in what felt like forever, everything was still.
Everything was right.