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Buck was pleasantly buzzed, giggling as he tried to open the front door with one hand, the other resting on the small of Eddie's back. They had just came back from an adult's only Halloween party at Hen and Karen's, an evening to wind down and hangout with all their friends. It was the first of many outings as a couple he and Eddie had, but this one was different. First was the fact they were in matching costumes, Buck as Gomez Addams and Eddie as Morticia. The idea had come from Chim, a joke, as no one would expect Eddie to slip on a dress and a wig. And yet he had.
Buck had stood behind him the bathroom, leaning against the wall to stay out of his way, and watched with rapt attention his boyfriend carefully shave his face clean; the rasping sound of the blade gliding across the skin, slow and precise in Eddie's standby hand, was comforting in its own way even if Buck already missed the stubble — prickly and rough when the brunet would rub his jaw against the sensitive skin of his neck and inner thighs. Buck mourned it briefly before catching Eddie's gaze in the reflection. He smiled. Eddie Diaz was one beautiful man for sure, Buck was lucky. Buck had followed Eddie back to the bedroom and sat on the bed, not wanting to miss him putting on his costume.
The dress was simple at first glance but hugged Eddie's figure in ways that made Buck's mouth water; the black fabric wrapped around him like it was sewn on him, highlighting his waist and the sinful dip of his lower back to his ass, the long sleeves moulded to Eddie's biceps and wide shoulders. The v neck was wide and dipped low, framing the man's pecs. The final piece was a jet black wig, long and silky strands that came down to the middle of Eddie's back and swayed elegantly with his every move. Then came the lipstick. It was a bewitching sight, and Buck had half a mind to convince Eddie to stay in.
Dark red stained Eddie's lips, almost resembling blood and wasn't that a thought. Buck had always loved when his previous girlfriends were dolled up, all beautiful and elegant to go on a date. On Eddie it felt different, almost dangerous, with the way his lips stretched around his smiles to reveal sharp canines. Eddie had caught his stares all throughout the night, a knowing glint in his eye. Buck felt stripped down, hot under his collar with how much he needed to get his hands on his boyfriend.
Eddie was the picture of effortless beauty, graceful and dangerous, like a dagger wrapped in silk, and Buck wanted nothing more than to hog his attention. All night, he had stayed glued to Eddie, an arm thrown around his waist, leaving his side only to refill his cup, like the besotted husband he played the part of. Eddie would thank him with a smile, his eyes crinkling and the apple of his cheeks red with the alcohol working its way through his system. So yeah, Buck was definitely into this costume, maybe too much.
Eddie seemed to have grown tired of his fumbling with the lock as he detached himself from Buck to open the door himself. Buck had barely made two steps into the entryway before Eddie pushed him against the wall, kicking the door closed behind him. Eddie was pressed against him, his hands resting comfortably on Buck's hips and his face inches from the blonde, making him go cross eyed.
"Hi," said Eddie before pressing a kiss to Buck's lip, the first in many hours as Eddie had not wanted to ruin the makeup before they left.
The waxy texture wasn't unfamiliar but it had been a long time, it pulled a moan from Buck as his hands came up to frame Eddie's face. They made out languidly against the wall, wandering hands grasping and pulling at each other. Chris was at a sleepover, they didn't work the next day. Buck could have stayed right here forever, stuck between Eddie and the wall, content to trade spit and sighs.
Eddie bit Buck's lower lip before breaking the kiss, panting slightly. The lipstick was smudged, bleeding onto the corner of his mouth and Buck wondered if some had made it onto his own face. Eddie brought up a hand to Buck's face, cupping his jaw and running his thumb over his lips and spreading the product around.
"I don't think it's my color," chuckled Buck to hide the shyness he suddenly felt. Did he look half as good as Eddie did? The heat of his cheeks was no longer just the result of their kissing.
"I think you look pretty," was all Eddie said before pressing a kiss to the corner of Buck's mouth. Buck suddenly felt a tug as Eddie gripped his tie to guide him like a dog on a leash to the bedroom. Buck followed obediently, Eddie could ask him to walk on all fours right now and he wouldn't think twice before dropping to his knees. Fortunately for Buck, Eddie was a kind and caring owner.
Once in the bedroom, Eddie let go of the tie to push Buck onto the bed. Buck fell on his back, legs haphazardly spread. Standing at the foot of the bed, Eddie loomed, half cast in shadows.
They hadn't bothered with lights and darkness seemed to coalesce around Eddie, merging with the black of his dress. A few rays of light fell on his face to highlight his blood red lips and the hunger in his eyes. Buck was well and truly caught in the allure, ensnared and with no will to flee as Eddie knelt on the bed and inched ever closer towards him.
Eddie took his time removing Buck's shoes and undoing his pants, sneaking glances and smiles his way.
Buck was hard, had been for a while now; probably since they squeezed into the backseat of the taxicab, Eddie plastered against his side and running a hand on his chest, fiddling with the buttons of his waistcoat. Buck had donned a three piece suit, black with thin white stripes, something simple but classy. He had wanted to look the part but now the layers felt stifling as he wanted nothing more than to let Eddie slip his hand under his shirt.
His cock strained against the fabric of his boxers, tenting them obscenely and leaving a wet patch that stood out on the grey fabric. Soon, Buck was pant-less and Eddie stood back up.
"Take off the rest."
Buck didn't waste time; his fingers fumbled on the buttons but soon the jacket and waistcoat were thrown haphazardly across the room. As he went to remove his shirt next, Buck felt a hand on his knee and he looked up.
"Keep the shirt. I like it on you. And I like these too." Eddie tugged at the garter digging into the fat of Buck's thigh, holding down the shirt — something he had bought on a whim to try and be more authentic. It snapped back against his skin and ripped a moan from Buck.
"Fuck. Y-Yeah, okay. Whatever you want," stammered Buck.
Eddie let out a chuckle and took back his rightful place between Buck's thighs to remove his boxers next.
"Good boy."
Buck let out a pitiful whimper. He was gone for Eddie on a good day, but tonight the praise hit a little differently, warming Buck from head to toe.
Buck let out a breathless "Yeah" and watched Eddie lean down, pushing the hair over one shoulder. His gaze not leaving Buck's, Eddie ran his tongue from the root of his cock to the very tip, collecting the bead of precum pearling at his slit. Buck let out a whorish moan and spread his legs wider.
"Eager, aren't we?" Eddie pressed a kiss to Buck's hard length, leaving behind a red lipstick mark. Buck wanted more, needed more.
"E-Eddie, please," he begged.
Eddie shushed him, pressing another kiss to Buck's weeping cock. "It's okay, baby. I got you."
Eddie had barely touched him and yet Buck felt desperate and on the verge of tears, his cock twitching under the feather light kisses that soon drifted to his hips. Kisses and teasing bites were pressed into Buck's feverish skin as he panted. Soon, Eddie made his way down Buck's thighs, snapping the garters against his skin in admonition anytime Buck shied away from the bites. His skin was red not only from the bites but the traces of lipstick Eddie left in his wake, marking the skin like staking a claim. Buck was Eddie's, there was never any doubt about that, just like Eddie was his. And God did it feel good to be claimed, known, loved like that.
Eddie's hands gripped Buck behind the knees, holding up his legs and revealing what Eddie had been after. Nestled between Buck's ass cheeks was a butt plug — nothing fancy and not big enough that Buck wouldn't forget about it after some time, the fullness was welcomed and comfortable.
"Hold your legs up for me, baby." And Buck complied, his clammy hands replacing Eddie's as he spread himself open for his boyfriend. "Yeah, just like that."
Eddie's breath hit the back of Buck's thighs as he gave a last few biting kisses while his hand blindly reached for the plug. Eddie gently pulled, testing the give and finding no resistance. Buck had thoroughly stretched himself while in the shower, two fingers deep as he panted against the tile and fought the urge to chase his pleasure right there and then. But he had to be good.
Eddie pushed the plug back in, angling it up slightly so the tip could press against Buck's prostate. Buck let out a sob, digging his nails into his skin as he help up his position. Eddie looked up at him and let out a chuckle.
"Aw, is something wrong, baby? Need something ?"
Eddie had that predatory glint in his eyes as he kept pushing and pulling the plug in and out of Buck's ass. "You know how to ask."
Buck felt his cock weep out some more, betraying his real feelings about Eddie's treatment. He liked, loved it when Eddie got a little mean, made him beg.
"Please, please! Do something, anything. I can't -"
Eddie pushed the plug back in, pressing it hard against Buck's most sensitive spot. Buck moans echoed in the room, his body wracked with shivers as he threw his head back against the mattress. No one had ever made him like this before, tittering on the edge of release after a few teasing touches, desperate to be pleased and to please.
"Yes, you can. Because you're my good boy, aren't you?"
Buck could only nod and bite his lips to swallow down the next sob trying to claw its way out of his throat. He could be good, he would.
"I-I am."
Eddie rewarded him with a kind smile and another press of the plug against his prostate before finally pulling it out of Buck for real this time. Eddie then lowered his chest to the bed and used both his hands to pry apart Buck's cheeks, his thumbs digging into the fat to give him an unobstructed view of his hole.
Buck gasped as something wet hit his tight furl, before running down his crack. Before he could parse with the thought that Eddie had spat on him, Buck felt Eddie's tongue lap at his hole, surely tasting the remnants of lube used to push the plug in. Eddie pressed a few kisses here and there before pushing his tongue inside Buck, determined to taste every inch of him, inside and out.
Buck was being devoured, there were no other words for it, as he gasped and cried and moaned under Eddie's mouth; a graze of teeth, the tongue digging in and out, the occasional lick up his taint, the hickeys sucked into the fat of his cheeks. Eddie was leaving no stones unturned and Buck could only endure, his cock leaking a puddle right on his tummy.
Until it suddenly stopped. Buck lifted his head, lost and confused, his harsh panting was the only sound in the room. The bedside lamp flickered to life without warning, making Buck squint at the light.
Eddie had gotten up to rustle through his bedside table, pulling out a bottle of lube and…the lipstick tube? Eddie made his way back to the bed and offered a smile to his dishevelled boyfriend. Without a word, Eddie uncapped the lipstick and brought it to his lips, replying a new layer since the last one was all over Buck's skin rather than Eddie's lips. Buck sucked in a breath, his heart hammering in his chest. Did Buck have a thing for lipstick? And somehow Eddie had figured it out before him?
Eddie didn't have a mirror this time to guide his hand, so he took his time, his hand slow and steady as he dragged the tube on his upper lip then plump lower lip. Eddie was looking right at Buck, a knowing glint in his eyes.
Lipstick reapplied, Eddie abandoned the tube in favour of lube. But Buck was barely paying attention to that, transfixed by Eddie's mouth and how the color stood out against his skin. It was sinful, there was no other word for it. Just as sinful as the slick press of Eddie's fingers into him, his index and middle finger spreading apart to stretch Buck open.
Eddie took his time, using generous amount of lube, to spread Buck around his fingers; two quickly turning to three to press against his bundle of nerves and sending sparks up his spine. The fingers were relentless, chasing after Buck every time he accidentally shifted away. His cock was red, the veins along its length pulsing as more precum poured out of the slit. Buck had already leaked an embarrassing amount; he had always gotten wet quickly and Eddie liked to tease him about how eager and desperate he was for his touch.
Eddie leaned down to lap up the precum pooling on Buck's abdomen,in synch with the fingers intent on milking him dry. Buck was a noisy mess, so close and trying his best to hold off from cumming right there and then under the brunt of Eddie's attention. It was too much; Eddie's stained lips contrasting against his pale skin, the fingers pumping in and out of him, and the hungry gaze drinking in Buck's desperation.
Something between a sob and a moan echoed in the room as Buck came hard across his stomach, ropes of cum staining his skin and Eddie's mouth. The sight was filthy; Eddie ran his tongue across his lips, the viscous globs striking against the blood red of his mouth. Buck shuddered, desire still burning hot in his veins. They were nowhere near done. Despite having already come once, Buck wanted more. He wanted Eddie on top of him, around him, inside him.
Buck had let go of one his legs at some point, still spreading himself open for Eddie. With his free hand, Buck reached for Eddie and tucked a strand of hair behind his ear. The wig was honestly a mess at this point but Eddie still the picture of sin in Buck's eyes, with the black strands framing his face, softening it. The gesture made Eddie smile gently and press a kiss on Buck's wrist as he retrieved his hand.
"Thank you, baby."
Eddie pulled out his fingers at last and Buck took stock of him; he was panting, drops of sweat on his forehead and his pectorals framed by the v of the dress. Eddie had stayed dressed and didn't seem inclined to take off the dress yet as he rucked it up to expose his lower half.
His cock was a hard line in his boxers and made Buck's mouth water with the urge to take him between his lips and relieve the ache he was sure to be feeling by now. Eddie didn't waste time removing his underwear, simply tugging the fabric down to rest under his hard length and heavy balls. A sigh of relief left Eddie's lips and he looked down at Buck once again, no traces of the teasing glint his eyes carried previously.
Eddie's hand covered Buck's own on the back of his thigh, pushing it down further. Hips tilted up, Buck bit his lip in anticipation. Eddie's movements were slow and assured, as he loomed over him, his hand spreading the remaining lube on his hard cock in slow, deliberate strokes. Buck hadn't gone soft yet and wouldn't be satisfied until he had Eddie deep inside him; his hole clenched in anticipation, hungry for the stretch of that thick cock.
Eddie pressed the tip of his cock to the pink and glistening furl, his thumb guiding the head in until it breached the tight ring of muscles. They both moaned as Eddie pushed all the way in in one stroke, tip to root, skin to skin.
"Fuck…I never get tired of this," Eddie panted above Buck as he ground into him, his empty hand coming to raise Buck's other leg. Buck let himself be manhandled, folded in two as Eddie found his footing, his knees bracketing Buck's hips. The burn of the intrusion was subsiding, leaving behind the bone-deep satisfaction of being filled to the brim.
Grinding turned to slow and deep thrusts , jostling Buck further up the bed as Eddie fucked into him, the slap of skin barely reaching his ears over his breathless moans. Buck could hardly feel the burn of his thighs over the overwhelming pleasure taking over his body once more. The outside world was lost to Buck; only Eddie looming over him, pushing Buck's knees ever closer to his chest, as picked up the pace, driving his cock faster and harder into his body.
Buck was a mess, tears pooling at the corner of his eyes, skin clammy with sweat, his chest and tummy jiggling with the force of the thrusts — he could feel Eddie's hungry gaze tracking the movement.
Buck felt flayed open, completely at Eddie's mercy; with each thrust, a sound of pleasure burst from his mouth. He couldn't hold back his moans if he tried as Eddie drove his cock deep inside of him, fucking him open. The constant assault to his prostate made him keen, his body burning with pleasure. Each thrust stroked the fire, each snap of Eddie's hips doubling the pleasure Buck felt—it was intoxicating.
"So pretty," Eddie whispered, a groan leaving his mouth as his tongue darted over his lipstick-painted lips. He loved being pretty for Eddie, the compliment ripping a chocked sob from his mouth. Buck tracked the motion of Eddie's tongue, mimicking it with his own. His gaze had never left Eddie for a moment, hypnotised by the sway of the jet black locks, the tips grazing his chest.
His body rocked with the snaps of Eddie's hips, legs quivering in the man's hold; held open to just take it. Buck wouldn't have it any other way. He lived and breathed for Eddie to love him, claim him, own him body and soul. His body was Eddie's to kiss, hold, caress; Eddie's to bite, claw at, mark.
"Such a pretty mess. All for me, right?" Eddie groaned between two harsh snaps of hips against Buck's ass, sure to leave it red and tender afterwards.
"F-For you, o-only you," Buck sobbed as he felt himself once again on the edge of orgasm, his toes curling in anticipation. Eddie chuckled and his hold on Buck's legs turned biting, his nails sinking into his flesh. Loud moans left Buck's mouth, punched out of his throat with each pound of Eddie's hips.
"Are you gonna come for me, baby? Hm? Paint your tits with your own cum?" Eddie rasped as he bottomed out, so deep Buck swore he could feel it in the back of his throat. Buck plummeted over the edge at last, back arching off the mattress as sparks of pleasure ignited every nerve in his body, a garbled moan of Eddie's name falling from his lips. The sticky ropes of cum painted his twitching abdomen and heaving chest, his tits as Eddie had called them. He clenched around Eddie's cock, making the man groan in turn.
Eddie trust a couple more times into Buck, his rhythm thrown off by his own impending orgasm. Buck, despite the cotton filling his head, could feel his hard length twitch inside him, telltale signs that Eddie was not far behind. With a loud moan of his own, Eddie came, buried to the hilt inside Buck.
Harsh panting were the only sounds in the room for a few long seconds, as Buck and Eddie tried to come down from their high, limbs suddenly heavy with exhaustion. The burn in Buck's thighs was more prominent now, and he raised a hand to lightly tap Eddie on the hip, sign to let him down. As Eddie pulled out, Buck felt the cum leak out of his ass, a viscous drop running down his crack. He truly was a mess.
With all the care in the world, Eddie gently brought down Buck's legs, pressing kisses along the way — from his thighs to his hips, on his tummy and up his chest, until he finally reached his face. Buck greeted him with a soft smile, eyes heavy with sleep as the sex and alcohol had taken their toll on him. Eddie smiled in turn before pressing his lips to his. The kiss was gentle and sweet, unhurried. They had all the time in the world and no desire to move, despite the sweat caking their skin and the reminders of their lovemaking turning sticky between them —surely ruining the dress, Buck thought briefly.
Buck basked in the bone deep satisfaction, enjoying the drag of lipstick between his lips and Eddie's. His body was covered in traces of lipstick, tangible evidence of Eddie's devotion.His spent cock have a valiant twitch but Buck was done for the night, there would be more occasions to convince Eddie to doll up for him.
Their mouths parted at last, and Buck rubbed his lips together, the feel of lipstick foreign but not unpleasant. He looked up to find Eddie zeroing on his mouth, the apple of cheeks red. Buck gave him a cheeky grin.
"How do I look?" Buck said, cocking his head to the side.
"Beautiful," whispered Eddie against his lips, stealing another kiss, "You should wear lipstick more often." Buck giggled softly, tickled by the trail of kisses Eddie was leaving on his neck.
"I don't know, I think I might like it better on you, Mrs Diaz."
That made Eddie stop and lift his head to look Buck in the eye, an eyebrow arched.
"Mrs ? That's implies you're Mr.Diaz. Are you proposing, Buck?"
Buck's mouth was suddenly dry, a blush overcoming his face. "I-I mean! I know it's too early for that. And, and you might not even want to get married again!" Stammered Buck, wishing for the ground to open up under him and swallow him whole. He always had a knack for putting his foot in mouth but this one took the cake.
Did he sometime allow himself to fantasise about saying "I do" while holding Eddie's hands in front of a priest while their friends and family looked on? Yeah, it happened; Especially in the mornings, sitting at the kitchen table with Chris and Eddie, the three of them being a little family in all ways that mattered. He would run a thumb on his ring finger absentmindedly, daydreaming of introducing himself as a Diaz, signing a permission slip for Chris by signing the name on the dotted lines. Or maybe Buckley-Diaz ? He was set on whether or not he would like to hyphenate. But it was just that, a fantasy, a fancy really. He didn't need to marry Eddie to know he would love him and be by his side until death did them apart.
Eddie pulled him out of spiral by taking his right hand in his and pressing a kiss on the back of it. When he pulled back, a red kiss mark stood out against Buck's skin, right on his ring finger. Oh.
"Unless you want to be Mrs.Diaz, of course. I'd love to have you either way."
Buck's heart felt too big for his body, overflowing with love for Eddie. He nodded,overcome with emotions as his eyes flooded with barely held back tears.
"Y-Yeah, I'd love to. Anyway you want me."
Eddie hummed before taking his face between his hands, kissing away a stray tear, and pressing his forehead to Buck's.
"Mr and Mrs Diaz, I like the sound of that," Eddie whispered between them and Buck noticed the wet sheen of his eyes, his gaze tender and loving. Buck mirrored Eddie, holding his face tenderly as he traced the mole under his eye.
"I like that too."