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Eddie was already gone.
He’d been gone since Buck pushed into him—slow and thick, that first deep stroke pulling a groan straight out of Eddie’s throat and turning his whole body liquid beneath him.
Now, Buck moved like he had something to prove.
Steady. Controlled. Every thrust perfectly angled, every kiss between them laced with heat and need and something heavier. Something like love.
Eddie was flat on his back, legs around Buck’s waist, flushed all the way down to his chest. His hands kept trying to grab at something—Buck’s arms, the sheets, anything—but he couldn’t focus.
“Look at you,” Buck whispered, fucking him in long, deep strokes. “You feel so good, baby. You’re taking it so good.”
Eddie’s mouth dropped open. A breathless sound escaped—part moan, part plea.
Buck leaned down and kissed the corner of it.
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Then it happened.
Buck shifted his angle—just a little—tilting Eddie’s hips upward, sliding an arm under one thigh to keep him open. His other hand flattened low on Eddie’s belly, just above his pelvis.
“You okay?” Buck asked, breath heavy.
Eddie nodded, already lost. “Yeah—fuck, yeah—”
Buck smiled and pressed down. Firm and warm, just enough pressure on Eddie’s stomach while sliding in deep at the same time.
He hit it.
That spot.
Eddie screamed.
His back arched off the bed, his fingers clawed at the air, and his mouth fell open in a ragged, wordless cry. His whole body convulsed like Buck had shocked the breath from his lungs.
“Oh my fucking—” Eddie gasped, then cut off—eyes rolling—his head falling back so hard it thumped the pillow.
Buck froze.
“Eddie?” he asked, eyes wide. “You—fuck, was that—”
Eddie made a sound. Barely audible. Something high and wrecked and so far gone it didn’t sound like a word.
“Jesus,” Buck whispered.
He did it again.
Tilted his hips. Pressed down.
And drove into him.
Eddie broke.
This time, he grabbed Buck’s wrist on his stomach like he needed it to keep himself tethered. His whole body shuddered under the weight of it, and he moaned so loud it didn’t even sound human.
His vision blurred. His thighs started to shake. He didn’t even realize he was crying until Buck leaned down and kissed the corner of his eye.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Buck murmured. “Right fucking there.”
Eddie came without being touched.
He cried out, desperate and hoarse, his body locking up around Buck’s cock, clenching so hard Buck nearly lost it too. He came all over his own stomach, spasming, legs twitching, chest heaving.
“Fuck,” Buck gasped, slowing but not stopping. “You—Jesus, baby, you okay?”
Eddie couldn’t speak. He was glowing. Drenched in sweat. Lips parted, eyes glassy. He nodded weakly, one hand still gripping Buck’s wrist on his belly like it was the only thing keeping him conscious.
“I almost—” he tried, voice shredded. “I almost passed out.”
Buck beamed.
“Yeah?” he whispered, lowering down to kiss his shoulder. “Guess I’ll have to do that again sometime.”
Eddie made a broken, blissed-out noise.
And Buck kissed him through it, still holding him open, still murmuring, “So fucking good for me, Eds.”