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Eddie takes a seat on the hard bench in the front row, passing Hen a bottle of water. He lets out a deep sigh, shifting uncomfortably as the sun beats down against his skin.
“Hen, I don’t know how you do this,” Eddie huffs, pulling at the collar of his shirt.
“Have you seriously never been to a renaissance faire?” Hen quirks an eyebrow after she takes a sip from the water, passing it to Karen.
“No. Never. This is– this is a lot ,” Eddie looks down at his outfit, his button down tucked tightly into his pants, which are tucked into his boots. He can feel sweat begin to bead between his eyebrows, wiping it away with the back of his hand.
“You’ve been missing out. But I think you’ll enjoy this next performance,” Karen butts in, a smirk playing on her lips as she looks at her wife.
Eddie is about to speak before he’s cut off by the crowd cheering. He turns to face forward again, watching as several people step onto the wooden stage in front of them. They’re all dressed in similar outfits: different colored blouses with a vest strapped across their chests, striped pants, and boots.
When Eddie’s eyes land on the last person who comes on stage, his jaw slightly drops open, his breath picking up. A tall guy with dirty blonde curly hair, piercingly bright blue eyes, and a smirk on his face that sends shivers down Eddie’s spine. He has a few swords in his hands, balancing one of the blades against the wood beneath him.
“Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! We are so excited to have such a lovely crowd in front of us today. We have quite a few acts to put on today, and I hope you enjoy every single one of them.”
Eddie never takes his eyes off the tall blonde, his eyes dropping over his body in hopes of memorizing every curve and muscle that he can see. The blonde reciprocates the intense eye contact, even sending a few winks Eddie’s way throughout the show.
Eddie’s blood heats up, like a fire is being spread from under his skin. Sweat beads at his forehead, rolling down his face before it drips off his chin. He breaks eye contact with blondie, grabbing the water back from Karen and taking a large sip, some water dripping down his chin.
His attention gets stolen back by a loud, deep voice. “And for our last act, our sword swallower, Buck!” The crowd erupts in loud cheers, some people standing up as they clap, hoot, and holler. When his eyes land back on the blonde – Buck – he’s met with bright blue eyes already staring. His eye contact is intense, his eyes darkening as he bites his lip, winking before he breaks his eyes away from Eddie’s.
Buck moves to the center of the stage, stepping up on a pedestal. An older, shorter man follows after him with all his swords in his hands. Buck holds his arms out, his head down as he balances on his feet. He lifts his head again to meet the crowd, scanning over it before they land on Eddie.
Buck grabs a sword from the older man, wrapping his hand around the handle before he points it straight out towards the crowd. He tips it down, then flicks it up, letting go of the handle so it twirls in the air. After a few twirls, his hand wraps around the handle once again, tapping the tip of the blade against the older man’s head, giggling as he winks at the crowd. The audience bubbles in laughter, amusement filling the air around them.
Buck takes a deep breath, tilting his head back while he grabs the blade of his sword between his index finger and thumb. He opens his mouth, guiding the tip of it to his lips, and slides it into his mouth. Eddie watches intensely as Buck slides it down his throat, the handle of the sword flush against his lips. He can see the outline of the sword in Buck’s throat, it intensifying every time he swallows.
Eddie’s face fucking burns, his stomach swooping in on itself. Heat spreads over his abdomen, gathering between his legs. His pants tighten over his crotch before he shifts again, squeezing his thighs shut.
Buck pulls the sword out of his throat, his eyes teary as they stare out at the crowd. He holds his arms out, his chin held high. Like a magnet between them, Buck's eyes land on Eddie, traveling over his now-trembling body and stopping at the very obvious tent in Eddie’s pants. Eddie feels embarrassment creep up his spine and spread out over his body, wrapping his chest in a tight blanket. He moves his hand to cover his bulge, pressing down to palm himself. Instead of helping it go down, Eddie gasps sharply, his eyes fluttering closed as his head lolls to the side.
When his eyes snap back open, Buck’s jaw is dropped open in an ‘o’ shape, his chest rising and falling quickly. Something irrational sparks in Eddie’s brain, pressing harder against his cock. His eyes twitch, begging to drop closed again, but he forces them open to watch Buck in front of him.
Buck licks his lips, raising an eyebrow as he shakes his head in a slight no. A devious smirk spreads over his cheeks, almost like he’s telling Eddie to stop, but not because he’s uncomfortable, but to save Eddie from anybody finding out and any form of future embarrassment.
Eddie freezes, a lump forming in his throat as he looks around the crowd. Fear and embarrassment trickle into his bloodstream, straight to his heart and stomach. Nobody’s looking, but he can’t help but feel disgustingly exposed.
“So, what do you think?” His attention snaps toward Hen, his eyes wide. Does she know? Did she just watch him pleasure himself in front of everybody while the one man who caused it watched?
“U-um it’s– it’s really entertaining. Yeah,” he nods, his face probably looks like a red ruby at this point. She tilts her head and raises an eyebrow, not pushing.
Once her attention is back on Buck, Eddie lets out a deep sigh he didn’t realize he was holding in. He focuses his attention back on Buck, his hands trembling in his lap. He can’t even remember the last time he’s felt like this, the last time somebody had this type of effect on him. His heart pumps against his ribs with a moment of fear, feeling way too vulnerable. He shakes the feeling off, forcing it to the back of his mind like he has with every other feeling he’s had.
He watches as Buck holds the handle of the sword above his head, the tip of the blade piercing through the cap of something below him, a liquid of some sort. He dips the tip of the blade in a couple of inches, bringing it back up so it’s now pointing towards the sky after he pulls it out. The clear liquid trails down the sword, soaking the metal. Once half the blade is dripping, he holds it out straight, pointing it towards the crowd once again. The older man next to him lights a match, dropping it on the blade before he takes a few steps back. The sword ignites in a flame, crackling on the metal.
Eddie’s eyes shoot open, bulging out of his head. His chest tightens in fear as he watches Buck hand the blade off to the other man, dropping down to his knees. He opens his mouth wide, sticking his tongue out.
“Is he about to swallow a sword that is on fire ?” Eddie’s voice feels like it’s getting caught in his throat, it coming out squeaky and rough.
Hen makes a sound of excitement, nodding while she nudges Eddie’s shoulder. “Oh yeah. Buck does not fuck around. Whoever he goes home with must be really lucky,” Karen’s laugh breaks the air around them at her wife’s words.
The older man stands behind Buck, balancing the blade above his open mouth. He takes a look at the crowd, sending a wink out before he looks back down, easing the burning blade down Buck’s throat. Buck relaxes, taking the blade inch by inch with ease. Flames crowd his mouth, flickering a faint orange. The blade outlines in Buck’s throat once again, bulging at the skin.
The air in Eddie’s lungs burns like a wildfire, like acid against his own throat. His body is overtaken with fear but yet he can’t bring himself to look away. He is in complete and utter awe of the sight in front of him. His body pumps adrenaline through his veins, stinging and burning under his skin like venom.
After a few moments, Buck grabs the handle of the blade, pulling it out of his throat. A long string of spit connects the tip of it with his lips. He pulls himself to his feet, handing the sword off. He holds both of his arms out at his sides, bringing one around his waist as he bends over in a bow.
Eddie feels himself being lifted to his feet by an arm interlinking with his. He turns to see Hen cheering and yelling, a proud smile on her face. He turns to look back at Buck, who is now back down on the main stage. He snatches a hat from somebody else on the stage, skipping into the crowd to hold it out for people to drop their tips into.
By the time Buck makes his way over to Eddie, he’s already seated again, a crisp twenty dollar bill in his hand–which he doesn’t even remember pulling out from his wallet, by the way.
A heavy hand plants itself on Eddie’s shoulder, squeezing before a pair of lips is next to his ear.
“Did you enjoy the show?” Buck’s voice is deep, and Eddie can just hear the smirk curve around his words.
“Y-yeah I did. I didn’t even know it was possible to–,” Eddie swallows, turning his head to meet Buck’s eyes, “swallow a sword. Let alone one that’s on fire. Must take a lot of practice.” Eddie’s pushing, his words moving faster than his brain. He studies Buck’s face, taking in just how bright his eyes are, how deep his birthmark truly is and how sexy the scruff dusting over his chin is.
Buck’s smirk deepens, licking his lips before he speaks again. “That’s good, I’m glad you enjoyed it,” his thumb starts to rub small circles against Eddie's shoulder, burning a hole through his shirt. “And yeah, I would say it takes a good amount of practice.” Buck releases Eddie's shoulder, his fingers trailing up the side of his neck, tracing the vein popping out that leads up to his jaw. They dust up to his forehead, brushing a loose strand of hair out of his eyes. “Meet me at my trailer behind the stage 15 minutes after the show officially ends.”
Before Eddie can respond, the twenty-dollar bill is snatched from his hand, Buck making his way back up to the main stage to bow his final goodbyes. His dick is hard in his pants again, straining against his boxers. His heart is in his throat, like it’s trying to choke him up and make him hurl. The cheers from the crowd are muted from the intense pumping through his ears, his jaw falling open to breath deeper and quicker.
He feels a hand slap against his bicep, tugging his attention away from Buck. Hen is staring back at him, concern washed over her soft features.
“Are you good?”
Eddie opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. His jaw snaps shut, clearing his throat before he nods. “Y-yeah. I’m good. Hey– I think I’m going to try and get something for Chris. You guys go ahead, I’ll catch up. I’ll give you a call to know where you’re at.” He’s on his feet before he can even register what’s happening. They lead him around the stage, making his way to some random booths. He looks around, picking up random stuff to waste time. He ends up finding a dragon egg with a three headed dragon peaking out, rolling it between his fingers before he goes to pay for it.
When he loses sight of Hen he sneaks behind the stage, looking around for a specific blonde, blue eyed man. He wanders around, peaking at all the names on the trailers.
“Hey cowboy. You’re late,” Buck’s voice consumes Eddie, causing him to come to a complete stop. He turns, meeting the man he’s been looking for. He’s changed into sweats and a t-shirt. Eddie’s eyes trail over his body, stopping at his bulging dick, tenting in his sweats.
“I– I had to lose the people I was with. I couldn’t just have them sit out here while we do– whatever we’re about to do.”
Buck takes a step down from his trailer door, a soft smirk sinking into his cheeks. He licks his lips, tilting his head.
“Oh you don’t like to put on a show?”
Eddie’s words stutter in his throat, blabbing into a random ramble that doesn’t make any sense. His cheeks feel like they’re on fire, almost feverish.
“Well no I– You see I can’t–,” Eddie is cut off by Buck's voice, seducing him into a puddle of emotion.
“Because it sure looked like you do from where I was standing.”
Eddie’s jaw falls open, His throat drying up like somebody just shoved sand down it. He shakes his head, licking his lips before he opens his mouth to speak, snapping his jaw back closed when nothing comes out.
“Cat got your tongue?” Buck's voice is laced with amusement, and it sends shivers of embarrassment down Eddie’s spine, spreading over his body like a disease.
“That– I don't know what that was. I’ve never–,” Eddie clears his throat, brushing his hair back off his forehead. “I’ve never done something like that.”
Buck leans forward, his hand settling on Eddie’s shoulder. It slides down his bicep ever so slowly, feeling every curve and flex of his muscles. Buck stops at Eddie’s elbow, pulling him forward causing Eddie to stumble over the steps of Buck’s trailer, watching the man with wide eyes as he’s led inside.
“So I’m your first then?” Bucks eyes are soft, sparkling even.
“Yeah, actually. You are,” Eddie places his bag on the counter, not even having time to look around before Buck is pulling him forward, connecting their lips in a soft kiss. Their lips move swiftly against each other, wet with spit.
“I guess I’ll have to take it slow with you, then,” Buck mutters against Eddie’s lips, pulling his bottom one between his teeth.
Eddie’s hands fly to Buck’s waist, holding him in place as he grinds his hard dick against Buck’s. He shakes his head, panting already.
“N-no. Please don’t.”
A long pause holds them in place, stuck to the ground as they stare into each other's eyes, breathing each other's air. After a few heavy seconds they both break out of the trance, meeting together half way in a hard, teeth clashing kiss.
Buck swipes his tongue across Eddie’s bottom lip, shoving it inside when he’s granted entrance. Eddie moans, his hands sliding down to cup Buck’s ass, squeezing hard. Buck whimpers in Eddie’s mouth, and Eddie swallows it greedily.
Buck shoves Eddie back so he’s sitting on the kitchen table, forcing his legs open to stand between them. Their lips break apart, a thick string of spit connecting them. Eddie lunges forward, licking the spit from Buck’s chin, slurping up every last bit.
“God you’re so fucking desperate, aren’t you?” Buck mouths down Eddie’s jaw, licking and biting at his neck. His hands work at Eddie’s button down, sliding it off his shoulders. Buck’s hands are soft against Eddie’s skin, his feather like touch tracing around his shoulders, dancing down to his chest. “When is the last time you’ve been touched like this?”
Eddie’s head is clouded, fogging up with every soft movement, every kiss to his neck. He lolls his head to the side, giving Buck better access. Heat spreads over his body, consuming him like a fire has ignited around them. His hands work at Buck’s sweats, shaking as he shoves them down his legs.
“I’ve–,” Eddie clears his throat, swallowing hard. “I’ve never been touched like… this. ” He whimpers loudly after Buck bites down particularly hard, his eyes rolling back.
“A beautiful man like you has never been touched like this?” Buck pulls away from Eddie’s neck, his pupils blown, only a sliver of dark blue left to attest to their true color. Eddie shakes his head, dropping his gaze. He feels a finger hook under his jaw, forcing him to look back up.
“Nu-uh. You’re going to keep your eyes on me the entire time.” When Eddie gives him a soft nod, Buck circles a finger over Eddie’s nipple. His eyes flutter closed, his hips jolting forward to grind against Buck. He pinches the hardening nub between his index finger and thumb, rolling it between the two fingers. Eddie’s mouth drops open, a pathetic sound filling the air around them. He reaches down, unbuttoning his own pants. He wants to feel Buck against him, needs to feel him.
A hand stops his movements, shoving his own away. Buck yanks Eddie’s pants down, wrapping his hand around his dick before he pulls it out. Eddie's brain goes blank at the contact, arching his back into Buck’s hold.
"How long has it been since somebody touched your dick, baby? I barely touched you and you look like you’re about to cream.”
“It’s.. it’s been a while,” Eddie gasps, trembling in Buck's grasp. Buck slides his thumb over Eddie’s slit, spreading the bead of precum around the head before he pumps his hand, just once, and oh so fucking slowly. Eddie’s about to rutt his hips up for more friction when he’s cut off by Buck’s words.
“Stand up for me, I’m getting these fucking pants off you,” Buck pulls Eddie up by his waist, shoving his pants down so they pool at his ankles. Eddie’s dick slaps against his stomach, achingly red as more precum leaks out of him.
“B-Buck I–.”
“Shh baby, let me take care of you. You deserve it,” bucks words are wrapped in silk as they lay over Eddie’s body, spreading through him like a breath of fresh air. He relaxes back against the table, staring up at Buck, waiting for his next move.
Buck brings his hands back up to Eddie’s chest, spreading them out across his tits. His skin is hot against Eddie’s own burning skin, feeling like he’s getting his own angelic mark from Buck. He leans in, attaching his lips to Eddie’s skin, kissing and sucking down his chest until Buck pauses, looking up at Eddie for confirmation. When Eddie sends him a slight nod, Buck continues, sticking his tongue out before flicking one of Eddie’s nipples. Eddie keens, his dick jumping against his stomach, arching his back, shoving his tits further into bucks face. Buck opens his mouth, wrapping his lips around Eddie’s nipple, sucking, nipping and flicking the abused nub.
Eddie’s eyes snap shut, rocking his hips against Buck's thigh. The friction sends relief over his body, circling his hips to chase more. Buck pulls back, blowing cold air against his nipple which causes goosebumps to bloom over his body.
“Did I tell you that you could do that baby?” Bucks hands drop to Eddie’s hips, pinning him to the table. Eddie whines at the loss of contact, sucking on his bottom lip, biting the swollen flesh. Eddie shakes his head, not trusting his voice. Buck raises his head, catching Eddie’s eye contact.
“You don’t listen very well, do you? You’re not being a very good boy for me. Do naughty boys deserve relief?” Eddie’s stomach drops, his jaw falling open as a cry falls from his mouth. He shakes his head, reaching out to grab onto Buck, somewhere, anywhere he can.
“No– no I’m sorry I can be good just– please,” Eddie’s dick sits painfully hard against Buck's thigh, twitching at the slight contact.
“That’s my good boy,” Buck kisses down Eddie’s abdomen, licking a fat strip down his happy trail. He falls to his knees, staring up at Eddie with wide, blown out eyes. He sends an innocent smile up at Eddie, licking his lips before he leans in, taking Eddie’s dick in his mouth.
Eddie throws his head back, a loud, whiney moan breaking the silence. His hands fly to Buck’s hair, grabbing a fist full. Buck’s wet heat surrounds him, consuming every atom of his body. His thighs shake, holding himself back from twitching his hips forward to shove his dick down bucks throat.
“Oh– holy fuck, Buck. You–,” Eddie’s words get lost in the air as Buck starts to bob his head, licking circles around the head every time he pulls up. He stares up at Eddie, his eyes big and round, almost in a plea. Their souls feel connected, like there’s an invisible string tangling them together as Eddie’s head tingles, knowing exactly what Buck is asking, wanting.
He grabs the back of Buck's head, thrusting his hips slowly. He watches the way his dick just disappears in Buck’s mouth, swallowing down his throat. His stomach floods with heat, burning a hole through his body. He pulls back out almost completely before he thrusts back in, trying to keep his eyes open and on Buck as much as possible. He can feel Buck relax his jaw, ready to take him in deeper.
“Holy fuck– I wish you could see yourself like this,” Eddie’s thrusts pick up, sliding smoothly through Buck’s lips. His tip hits the back of Buck’s throat, a loud gag sounding throughout the trailer. Eddie grips Buck’s hair tighter, pulling his head back before he shoves it back down against his groin.
Buck’s nose is buried in Eddie’s pubes as he pauses, just slowly and gently rocking his hips so he still has friction. He leans back, staring at his dick imprint against bucks throat. A hot spurt of precum hits Buck's throat, sinking down into his stomach.
“Yeah, wish you could see how pathetic you look right now,” Eddie pulls out, snapping his hips forward. Buck gags again, slurping up the drool that starts to form, dripping down the corners of his mouth and off his chin. “This is all you’re good for, isn’t it? Sucking random men’s dick down your throat? Milking them until they paint your stomach lining with their seed? It’s like your own dinner, isn’t it?” The heat pooling in the bottom of Eddie’s stomach grows with each thrust, gag and slurp of drool.
Tears stain Buck’s red, burning cheeks. His own dick pools precum, sitting heavily against the ground. Eddie shifts his weight to one foot, bringing the other one forward. He shoves his shoe under Buck’s cock, making sure to be gentle.
“Grind against my leg like the pathetic little puppy that you are,” Eddie growls out, his dick jumping and pulsing at the sigh of Buck’s cock painting his shoe with precum. Buck shifts, grabbing his dick before he sandwiches it between him and Eddie’s shin, starting to grind his hips. His eyes fall closed, a loud cry escaping from his nose. Drool starts to trickle down his neck, soaking his T-shirt.
Eddie throws his head back, fucking into Buck’s throat faster. The sound filling the room is disgusting, all wet, gagging, skin slapping and pathetic moans. His fists tighten again, feeling his climax just about to reach the edge.
“I’m going to cum– fuck, Buck oh my god . Let me feed you dinner, fill you up for the night.”
Buck’s hands wrap around Eddie’s thighs, shoving himself down as far as he can on Eddie’s dick, swallowing around him. His own hips pick up the pace, fucking against Eddie’s shin. Waves of pleasure wash over Eddie’s body, heat pulsing through him like poison. He holds bucks head down against his groin, cuming hard down bucks throat. Loud, degrading praise milks from his lips. Buck doesn’t stop sucking, lapping his tongue around Eddie’s head, swallowing every last drop.
Eddie falls back against the table, sweat dripping down his temple as he pants, staring at Buck who is fucking his shin like a horny little puppy. Buck lets out a pathetic whine, his body convulsing as he releases all over Eddie’s shin. He pulls off from the softening dick in his mouth, falling against Eddie’s thighs, panting hard.
Eddie releases his hair, petting it back before he pulls him up. He captures his lips in a soft, gentle kiss, trying to keep it slow until Buck comes back to earth. Buck wraps his arms around Eddie’s neck, falling into his touch happily.
Eddie turns them around before he shoves Buck on the table, spreading his legs. He steps between them, wrapping both of their dicks in his hand before he starts to pump his hand. Buck’s dick hardens again rather quickly, looking painful in Eddie’s grasp. He arches his back, his eyes shooting open to stare at the man above him.
“Did you think I was going to just let you go after one round? That is the best orgasm I’ve ever had, I’m getting at least one more from you. And this time your cock is going to be buried inside my ass. You think you can finger me open? Or are you too fucked out to function?”
Buck shakes his head, sitting up. He pulls Eddie’s hand away from them, wrapping his legs around Eddie’s waist before he pulls him into a deep kiss. Their tongues dance around each other's mouths, memorizing every single curve and tooth. Buck sucks on Eddie’s tongue, sharing the taste of himself. Eddie whimpers, snapping his hips forward. Buck pulls away, shoving Eddie away from him.
“Bend your pretty little ass over the table, spread your legs.” Buck jumps off the table, his hand spreading out over Eddie’s chest before it slides off when he walks past. Before Eddie can even think he’s being bent over the table, strong hands grabbing his shoulder and waist.
“What did I just say?” Bucks lips ghost over Eddie’s ear, his voice deep and dark.
“I– you didn’t even give me any time. ” Eddie tries to reason, his chin bumping the hard wood under him. Boney fingers trace down his spine, into the dip of his hips and around the curve of his ass. A shiver follows every touch, goosebumps blooming like flowers across his skin.
“The ass on you baby. Fuck, got my mouth watering. Could just give it a taste,” Buck spreads Eddie’s cheeks, groaning at Eddie’s fluttering hole.
“D-do it. Eat my ass, make a mess out of me,” any form of dominant confidence Eddie once had is seeping out of him and into the wood, feeling limp against the table under him.
He’s about to turn around before he feels a tongue lick a fat strip over his hole, a loud gasp racking through Eddie’s chest. He closes his fists, biting his lip hard, waiting for the next lick. When it comes, he shoves back against it, dropping his forehead against the table. Wet heat soaks his hole, pleasure spreading over his body.
Eddie’s never felt something like this, pleasure so consuming he feels like his body is burning from the inside out. He pants for more, his mind running in circles with bucks name on repeat.
“You like that baby?” Eddie nods, a soft mhm filling the air. “Have you ever gotten your ass eaten before?” When Eddie shakes his head Buck dives back in, poking his tongue past the tight ring of muscles.
“ Fuck. No– never. Oh my god it feels so good please, please, please .” Eddie begs, not knowing where it even came from.
Instead of another lick he’s met with something cold, shock causing him to jump forward, trying to get away from it. Buck's fingers sink into Eddie’s waist, planting him against the table.
“Do you want my fingers or not? Be still.”
Eddie holds his breath as he waits, the feeling of a finger pushing past his tight rim sends a burning pain down his legs. He sucks in a deep breath, trying to control his breathing. When Buck is knuckle deep he pulls it out slowly, sliding it back in. With every quick motion the pain eases, turning into pleasure.
“Another please.”
Buck listens, shoving another finger in. The stretch makes Eddie see stars for a second, discomfort finding its way across his hips. He frowns his eyebrows, rocking his hips back so Buck’s knuckles settle against his ass. He cries out in pain as a strong hand slaps his ass, tisking surrounding him.
“Be patient. Being too quick or rough could seriously hurt you.”
“I’m sorry I’m just– it feels weird right now.” Buck scissors his fingers open, rubbing small circles against the plump flesh of Eddie's ass.
“I know just–,” Buck scissors his fingers again, shoving them deeper. They feather over the bundle of nerves he’s been aiming for. “I need to get you used to this before I sink my dick into your tight pussy, baby. It’ll start to feel better, I promise. I just need to–,” Buck’s fingers jab at the nerves, a melting pleasure over taking Eddie’s body. He withers, his eyes rolling back as his legs give out from under him. “There it is. I’m going to take real good care of you baby, relax.”
Eddie unclenches his fists, spreading them out across the table. He pants against the hard wood, the hot air hitting him back in the face. He feels another finger slide inside of him, stretching him even more. He lays there limp, just taking everything Buck is giving him. A few more jabs of his prostrate and the fingers inside of him retract, his hole fluttering around the emptiness. A needy whine claws its way out of Eddie’s throat, shoving his ass back for more.
“Are you ready?” Buck's voice is soft, securing Eddie in a safety blanket.
“Yes– please,” Eddie begs, nodding as he licks his lips. His heart races in his chest as he waits, his skin prickling from heat and nerves.
Buck spreads Eddie open with one hand, the tip of his dick sinking into Eddie’s tight heat. Nothing could have prepared Eddie for this feeling, every inch of his body on fire with pain and pleasure, feeling like he’s getting split open from the inside.
Tears burn his eyes, threatening to spill over. He bites his knuckles, refusing to let the tears break their seal. When Buck bottoms out, Eddie lets out a deep breath of air, his body shaking from the intensity of it all.
A hand moves the hair on his neck to the side, soft lips leaving feathered kisses across his skin. “Are you okay?”
“I’m– trying to be,” Eddie breathes out, his throat closing up. He leans his head down, forcing himself to focus on the kisses being left on his neck. He allows himself to relax, taking Buck in fully. When he’s ready for Buck to move he nods, preparing himself for the pain to come.
“Okay, you can move.”
Buck grabs onto Eddie’s hips tightly, pulling out half way before he rolls his hips forward, sliding back in with much more ease than before. Buck continues to rock his hips, taking it slow for Eddie to get used to the feeling, for his body to adjust to the sudden stretch.
“You’re so fucking tight, baby. It feels like you’re suffocating me, fuck.”
Eddie turns his head, facing Buck as well as he can. His face is burning red, spreading down over his neck. His eyes are focused on Eddie’s ass, where they’re connected. There’s a sparkle in them, like he’s seeing something so magical he can’t look away.
“You’re huge . I’m afraid you’re going to split me open,” Eddie rolls his hips, shoving them back to bury Buck deeper inside. His head falls back, moaning loudly at the sudden pleasure netting his body.
Bucks' nails dig into Eddie’s hips as he picks up his pace, his head dragging against Eddie’s walls in the most pleasurable way possible. His head catches on Eddie’s rim before he slams back in, fucking right into the bundle of nerves he’s been aiming for.
Eddie shouts loudly, his vision blurring as stars dance above his head. Buck continues his unforgiving pace, drilling into Eddie. The force of his thrusts jolts Eddie’s body further up the table, the edge digging into his stomach.
Buck grabs a fist full of Eddie’s hair, yanking him up so they’re flush against each other. Eddie yelps in pain, his cock squirting precum across the table. Bucks lips hover over the shell of his ear, his hot breath fanning against it.
“So fucking good for me, taking me so well. You’re just swallowing me whole baby.” Buck's other hand wraps around Eddie’s body, pinching a nipple between his fingers. Eddie’s vision goes white, tears spilling down his face with every pound of his prostate.
“Yes– fuck me so good oh my god, don’t stop please don’t ever stop, ” words just spill out of Eddie, his jaw hanging open. Buck shoves Eddie back down onto the table, lacing his fingers in his hair once more. He uses his grip on Eddie’s hair as a way to pull him back against his cock, Eddie’s back arching from the angle. The trailer is full of slick noises, skin slapping against skin and the most filthy noises Eddie has ever heard.
“You’re so loud, princess. Want everybody to hear how good dick makes you feel? How much dick makes your brain melt?”
Drool overflows out of Eddie’s mouth, dripping down his chin and trailing down his neck, soaking his chest in his slick spit. He can’t speak, no matter how much he tries or wants to, his brain can’t bring itself to form any coherent sentences.
He feels fingers slide over his lips, a hand covering his mouth. His eyes roll to the back of his head again, moaning into the palm of the hand. Bucks dick pulses inside of him, buried so deep inside.
“Are you drooling? ” Buck questions, sliding his hand across Eddie’s soaked mouth. “You can’t even speak, you're so cock drunk. And you can’t seem to shut the fuck up either,” Bucks voice drops, darkness laced in his words.
Fingers poke at Eddie’s mouth, shoving inside. Eddie closes his lips around them, sucking on the digits. He can feel his climax reaching the top, ready to rack through his body at any moment.
“Look at you, both your holes are so full of me. You just can’t get enough, can you? Need to constantly be full like a dirty whore.”
Eddie’s jaw drops again, Buck’s fingers hooking in his cheek. He fucks his hips back against Buck, reaching behind him to pull his ass cheeks further apart, somehow allowing Buck to slide in deeper. He can feel Buck in his bones, pumping through his blood like he needs him to stay alive.
“Buck–,” Eddie tries to speak around his fingers, his mouth filling with salt from his tears.
Bucks hips snap harder, the trailer starting to shake with every thrust. A book falls from a shelf next to them, smacking hard against the floor. He leans over Eddie’s back, sandwiching Eddie between him and the table. The new angle sends Eddie to the moon, body shaking as his balls tighten up before he feels his climax rack through his body. White, hot cum sprays across the table, coating Eddie’s chest. A loud sob claws out of Eddie’s chest, his head falling against the table as his legs give out, falling limp.
“I’m not done with you yet,” Buck growls in Eddie’s ear, yanking him back up by his hair. Eddie lets out a defeated whimper, falling back against Buck’s chest. A few more thrusts and Buck is painting the walls inside of Eddie’s hole, marking him as his own.
Buck holds Eddie against his chest, whimpering praises in his ear as his cum fills his hole. Eddie’s ears ring, blocking out any words he so desperately wishes he could hear.
After a few minutes he feels Buck pull out, wincing at the emptiness. His body gets pulled backwards, Buck leaning him against a counter next to the sink.
“Are you with me?”
Eddie nods, focusing on the bright face in front of him. His chest grows tight, an exhausted smile flickering across his cheeks.
“I’m here. I'm with you.” Eddie’s words are slurred together, completely fucked out.
“Good,” Buck turns away from him, wetting a rag with cold water before he starts to wipe away the sex sticking to Eddie. Eddie pulls away, hissing as the cold feels like it’s burning against his skin. Buck pauses, hesitantly placing it back on Eddie’s forehead, wiping him clean of the sweat. He cleans the rest of his body, tossing the rag back in the sink.
He helps Eddie dress himself, making sure every button is in place, every fold and tuck is where it needs to be. He leads Eddie to the door, an uncertain look rushing across his face.
“What is it?” Eddie tilts his head, shifting on his feet as he feels bucks cum start to leak out of him.
“I just realized that I never got your name,” guilt laces in Buck's voice, his eyebrows furrowing together.
Eddie stands there dumb folded. How did he just have his dick down this man’s throat and then get absolutely fucked out and Buck didn’t even know his name?
“It’s Eddie,” Eddie drops his gaze, almost feeling embarrassed.
“Eddie,” the name rolls off Buck’s tongue, dripping with tension. “Hey, by the way. Tell Hen I said hi when you get back to her.”
Eddie’s jaw drops, his eyes bulging out of his head. His heart sinks into his stomach, anxiety racing through his veins.
“What–.”
“Chimney is dating my sister. I know Hen very well.”
Reality dawns on Eddie, freezing his skin over like an ice age. She set them up.
“Oh,” Eddie mutters, licking his lips. “I’m surprised we haven’t met before, we all spend a lot of time together.”
“I am too, actually,” Buck pauses, shifting his weight from each foot. He nibbles on his bottom lip before he speaks up again, “I’d love to see you again. On a date next time.”
Shock lights Eddie up from the inside, calmness and joy soaking into his skin. A smile dances over his mouth, licking his own lips before he nods.
“Yeah, okay. I’d like that.”
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