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Buck isn't rushing home, he tells himself as he shouts a quick bye through the station, bag slung over his shoulder as he makes a beeline for his Jeep. No, sir. No rushing at all. There's nothing to be worried about after all, right? He tries to tell himself that as he grumbles through LA's midday traffic, hands flexing against the steering wheel at the sluggish flow of vehicles around him, thick as molasses in the heat.
It's been almost a week since Tommy returned from fighting wildfires up north. It's normal that he's exhausted, Buck knows first hand how intense the wildfires are, how staying in the constant heat, having the smoke in his nose and the sun shrouded by the billowing smoke, robbing you of all sense of time fucks with your mind and your body. It's why Tommy is such an asset to the wildfire crews: dragons thrive in the heat, bodies less impacted by the smoke and the fumes. Fire is their element after all.
Only this time feels different, and Buck doesn't want to solely blame the length of Tommy's stint fighting wildfires. He seemed more sluggish on his return, barely able to keep his eyes open when Buck had picked him up from the airport, shivering violently in the evening air. Buck had wrapped him up in his own hoodie, then blasted the heater in the car on the way home.
The house is quiet when he arrives, Tommy's car parked in the drive. Buck parks by the curb before making his way inside quickly, toeing off his shoes by the door. It's warm inside the house, the familiar whir of the AC not running. "Tommy?" Buck calls out, but he's only met with silence. Leaving his bag in the hallway, he quickly climbs the stairs to the first floor, already seeing that the hatch to the attic is open, the wide wooden ladder pulled down. The den is exactly where Buck assumed to find him.
The slanted roof is badly insulated, turning the attic into something approximating a sauna. Part of the cladding has been removed to allow for a big window showing off the sky and the sun. Beneath it, Tommy is curled up on the stack of mattresses and bedding. The scales along his sides and thighs are shimmering gold and orange where they aren't covered by the loose tank top and shorts he's wearing.
Buck can feel the sweat break out across his skin the moment he sticks his head through the hatch into the den. "Hey, baby," he murmurs. The attic isn't tall enough for either of them to stand fully, so he hunches as he makes his way over to the bedding, crawling onto the mattresses. He curls himself around Tommy's back, nuzzling into the hot skin at his neck. "Hey."
"Hey," Tommy murmurs back, his voice low. He moves back into Buck's body, taking a deep breath. He catches one of Buck's hands, drawing it forwards to plant a kiss on his knuckles, then cradles it against his chest, snuggling into his embrace.
His affection settles the roiling anxiety in Buck's stomach somewhat. "You ok? You didn't text much while I was on shift."
Tommy hums. "What time is it? I was resting."
"Almost noon. Last call went into overtime." Buck brushes his lips over Tommy's neck, through the hair curling at his nape; it's grown out a bit since his last haircut before the wildfires. "You've been resting more than usual, more than after your last wildfires," Buck says, trying not to sound accusatory. "Are you sure you're ok? I'm worried."
"I'm ok," Tommy confirms. He rolls back slightly so he can catch Buck's eyes, his own shining golden. "Just." He sighs, closing his eyes again. Tightening his hold on Buck's hand, he draws it down along his body to his lower stomach.
Buck hisses, feeling how hot his skin is there. It's like placing his hand on a hot stove, his skin taut, stomach tense. "What…?"
Tommy moves their hands higher again, curling up more. "I think the wildfires triggered my cycle."
Buck's mind blanks for a moment, before… "Wait, you're ovulating? I thought you said you're getting too old."
"I thought I was. It's been like… half a decade since the last time," Tommy answers, shrugging. "Must have been the wildfires, the heat, the soot, the fumes." Buck tightens his arm around him reassuringly, though he can already feel the itch to grab his laptop and go on a deep dive on dragon cycles, refresh the information he'd only glanced at when they had started dating.
"But you're ok? Is it painful? What do you need?" he asks.
"I'm ok, just tired. This needs a lot of energy. I'll be fine once it's over in a couple of days," Tommy confirms. "I'll write you down what meds I need."
"Ok," Buck agrees, rubbing his palm tenderly over Tommy's stomach. "I'm here, ok?"
Tommy comes down from the attic once the sun sets, treating himself to a long, hot shower before swaddling up in various layers of clothes as he sits down in the kitchen for dinner and then allows Buck to curl around him in bed to sleep, dropping off while Buck is still scrolling through google.
"Did you stay up all night researching?" Tommy says the next morning, voice thick with sleep.
Buck refuses to blush. "No," he says, drawing out the word. He puts down his phone, sliding down the bed to mirror how Tommy is lying still burrito-ed in their blanket. He leans in, giving Tommy a lazy, deep kiss, pulling just far enough away afterwards to look at him while they're still sharing a pillow. "But I've been thinking."
"Lord, give me strength," Tommy murmurs, but he's smirking when Buck reaches out, scratching his biceps.
"You don't have to take the meds, right?" Buck suggests.
Tommy thinks for a moment, then swallows. "No," he admits. "They just make it easier, less messy."
Buck smirks. "But you know I like messy."
"Evan."
"Tommy," Buck replies. He moves forwards, rolling them until he's on top of Tommy, propping himself up on his elbows on either side of Tommy's head. He leans down, nipping at his lips playfully. Between them he can feel the heat gathered in Tommy's lower stomach even through the blanket he's tightly wrapped up in. "Don't you want to do it? Breed me?"
Tommy groans, reaching up to link his hands over Buck's shoulders. "We're not even the same species. You know it's not going to work."
"Doesn't mean we can't give it a try," Buck suggests, kissing Tommy again. "Giving it a really long," kiss "hard," kiss "try."
"You've watched dragon breeding porn last night, haven't you?" Tommy asks between the kisses Buck keeps pressing against his lips.
Buck hums. "It was educational." He leans down, dropping his weight more heavily onto Tommy, knowing he can take it, and nuzzles Tommy's neck to his ear. "Please, Daddy," he murmurs, lips brushing over Tommy's ear. "Breed me. I want to carry your eggs. Fill me up with them."
"Fuck," Tommy curses under his breath and then uses his strength to roll them over until he's on top, bearing Buck into the mattress. "You're a menace, you know that?" he says but the desire in his voice and the way his golden eyes sparkle betray his feelings.
A couple days later finds them up in the den after sunset. Buck knows that the dragon in Tommy would prefer there to be fire, candles, some real living flames to illuminate the room, but the firefighters in both of them means that a couple bundles of fairy lights have to do the job. They opened the window earlier to air out the worst of the heat, making the temperatures more bearable for Buck.
Tommy has been more energetic now that the eggs inside him have matured, making him antsy and horny, getting more and more desperate to breed. That's what Buck thinks about as he takes a long, thorough shower; as he spends almost half an hour longer in the bath, working himself open on his fingers and then one of his favorite plugs, making sure he's prepped as best as he can before they get too worked up, too into it. He's bought a small vial of dragon pheromones too, sniffing it as he uses the little spray nozzle to spray it around his neck, into his pits, around his groin. It doesn't smell like anything to him, but the moment Buck leaves the bathroom dressed only in a fluffy robe he shrugged on, Tommy is upon him, pressing him back into the door jamb, eagerly licking into his mouth.
"Fuck, I need you," Tommy grunts. His body is heated, feverish against Buck's, his cock thick and eager tenting the front of his shorts.
"Then have me," Buck murmurs into Tommy's mouth, barely separating enough for the words to pass between them, then groans as Tommy grabs his thighs, hoisting him up against the wall. Buck instinctively wraps his legs around him, holding on tight. "Easy, love, easy." They make out against the wall for a couple minutes, before Buck eventually urges him to let him back onto his feet. "That ladder is not wide enough for you to carry me up."
In their den it's Buck's turn to push Tommy onto the bedding, shucking off the bathrobe and clawing off Tommy's shorts before he crawls onto it too, into Tommy's lap. He straddles his wide thighs, looping his arms around his neck before he leans down for another deep kiss. Buck groans when Tommy's hands cup his ass to pull him closer, the tips of his fingers brushing the firm base of the plug keeping him open, jostling it inside him.
"You can still change your mind, baby," Tommy murmurs between kisses, licking deeply into Buck's mouth. "We can just do it like this. I can- uh- expel them like this."
"Shut up," Buck replies easily, biting at Tommy's jaw as he breaks the kiss. "Let me have you. Let me have this." He reaches down between them, wrapping his hands around Tommy's slick cock. He's always big, thick, but the hormones of his cycle have given him another inch at least, his cock feeling plump and full between Buck's hands, making his mouth drool in anticipation. The rounded tip, usually rather firm, feels more spongy now as Buck rubs his thumb over it. The slit that's normally drawn tight, only allowing for a small amount of cum to shoot out, just enough to mark and claim his mate, is loose and pliant now, and it's almost by accident that Buck pushes the tip of his thumb inside.
Tommy shouts, curses, his whole body shuddering as more slick wells up his dick, around Buck's thumb.
"Fuck, does this feel good, Daddy?" Buck asks, panting. He watches closely as Tommy nods, shuddering as he slowly swirls the tip of his thumb around the slit in his cock. His brain short circuits with the sudden need to taste him, put his mouth on him, and Tommy's own hands are so slack on his thighs, rendered dumb with pleasure, that he doesn't put up any resistance as Buck scoots backwards and dips down. He slides his hands down Tommy's cock to hold it steady and then seals his mouth over the tip. His taste explodes over his tongue, sweet and smokey, thick like syrup as he licks into his slit, more welling up, pushed into his open mouth.
Tommy's hips stutter, trying to thrust up as he curls around Buck, his hands scrabbling over his sides, his shoulders, his head. "Fuck, baby, fuck," he groans mindlessly, his body heat spiking.
Buck smiles around his dick, feeling debauched and powerful at seeing Tommy so lost in sensation, Tommy who is usually so in control, so mindful, now trying to buck up into his mouth. It's like kissing him, like eating him out, Buck thinks, and loses himself in the feeling for a moment, just focusing on the noises he draws out of Tommy, the steady flow of his slick like hot honey pouring into his mouth.
There is a sudden hot swell where Buck's hands are encircling the base of Tommy's cock, and before Buck can fully understand Tommy fumbles one hand between them, clamping down over Buck's hand, a restriction from the outside against the building hot pressure from within.
Buck yanks his head up, not caring that Tommy's slick is dripping down his chin. "Is that…?" he asks, his groin clenching in sudden anticipation. Tommy nods, whispering please breathlessly, pupils blown wide rendering the gold of his irises a thin band. "Fuck. Inside me. How do you…?" Buck starts but before he can think further, Tommy has rolled them over until Buck is sprawled on his back on the mattress, Tommy on top of him, solid between his thighs. Buck moans, pushing his heels into the mattress, spreading himself wider to accommodate Tommy's width.
Tommy kneels up for a moment, one hand still clamping around the base of his dick that - if possible - looks even more swollen than before, his other hand going between Buck's thighs, fingers hooking into the base of the plug inside him. Buck shivers, drawing up his legs, spreading himself to help Tommy get access, unashamed in his need. He moans when Tommy tugs on the plug, drawing it out past the widest part slowly and then tosses it aside. The emptiness is only a minute sensation, barely there for Buck to mourn the stretch of the toy before Tommy shuffles forwards and the hot, thick, wet tip of his dick presses against Buck's rim.
"Oh fuck, oh fuck yes," Buck moans, drawing his legs higher as Tommy sinks into him, spearing him open, one endless, hot glide that fills him up and stretches him out, his rim burning as he's stretched further than the plug had kept him open. He's babbling, he knows he's babbling but he can't stop himself, too lost in the sensations he can't escape as Tommy drops forwards, pressing his face into Buck's neck, hot breath over Buck's fluttering pulse. He can feel Tommy's hand where it's still clamped around the base of his dick against his rim before Tommy pulls back, thrusting in and out a couple of times slowly.
"Good?" He pants against Buck's neck, voice tight with the control he still exerts on himself. "Baby, please."
Buck takes a deep breath, willing himself to relax. He lets go of his own legs, wrapping them around Tommy's waist to anchor him inside him, wrapping his arms around Tommy's back, needing him as close as possible. "Yes, Daddy, come on. I want it, I want you so much, please, Daddy," he babbles and then feels Tommy remove his hand from his dick to his hips, holding him steady as he pushes forwards, thrusting his dick even deeper into Buck's ass. Buck howls as the stretch and heat increases and then… fuck, it's the weirdest sensation as Buck feels his passage being stretched as something thick and hot travels upwards, into him through Tommy's dick, through where they're connected, rubbing past his prostate and Buck is overwhelmed by the sudden bolt of his orgasm as he comes, clenching down around Tommy's thick cock and the egg it presses into him, suddenly so much hotter as it gets deposited inside him.
Buck isn't sure if he fully blacks out, or if his brain just goes offline for a moment following his orgasm and trying to sort out the onslaught of foreign sensations it tries to work through. He comes back around to Tommy gently caressing the side of his face, gazing at him with a flush on his cheeks and a blissed out expression around his eyes. His hips are deeply grinding his cock into Buck, held close by Buck's legs around him. Sweat and cum are making their chests stick together.
"You okay?" Tommy murmurs, dipping his head down to kiss Buck lazily.
"Yeah," Buck sighs into the kiss. "Great, so good, fuck. More, Daddy, more," he whines, happy when Tommy obliges , thrusting into him harder again. Knowing this time what to expect, Buck manages to keep his eyes open, breathing deeply through the sensation of the next egg being fucked into him, his eyes trained on the wondrous expression on Tommy's face, like he's experiencing one drawn out orgasm with every hot egg and slick he pumps into Buck's willing body beneath him. Buck's own cock twitches, a small spurt of come pressed out as the second egg nestles inside him, filling him up and bumping against the other, but he's too fucked out to get hard again right away as his body adjusts to being filled.
"How— how many?" Buck asks a while later, basking in the sensation as another thick egg stretches him out as it travels into him, aided by Tommy's thrusts.
Tommy shakes his head, rubbing his nose through the damp hair in Buck's arm pit. He's drawn Buck's arm up over his head, pressing his face there to breathe in his sweat and the pheromones, licking through the damp curls. "Don't know," he murmurs, drunk with orgasmic bliss. "Six, maybe more."
"Fuck," Buck replies, taking a deep breath and forcing himself to relax into the sensation. He's fuller than he's ever been before, can feel his belly bloated, stretched upwards against Tommy on top of him. His skin is hot and taut, like someone filled a hot water bottle inside him. The eggs are bumping into each other, rearranged with every new one added. Slick is squelching out of his ass where Tommy's dick is breaching him, wetting the bedding beneath them.
He counts eight by the time Tommy goes boneless, the urgent heat and stiffness of his dick slowly subsiding, though Buck keeps one leg anchored around him, keeping him close as Tommy sprawls on top of him.
"Let me…" Tommy starts but Buck shakes his head, shutting him up, holding him tightly, needing him close. Tommy indulges him for a while, leaving sucking kisses around his collarbones. His weight makes it a little hard to breathe, especially with the way he's bloated, his insides rearranged, and before long Tommy starts to ease back, his cock slipping free as he sits back. Thick globs of slick drip out of Buck's stretched hole, winking uselessly as it tries to close after being pried open so wide and he reaches down at how open he feels, for a moment scared the eggs will slide straight out of him again.
"Shh, it's ok, baby," Tommy says as if reading his mind. His large palm settles on Buck's belly, caressing the distinct curve there. "You took them so well, let me breed you so good. They'll be safe in here for a while, so deep inside you." He cocks his head to the side, thinking as his eyes linger on Buck's body, his stretched hole. "We should probably…" he muses, then shuffles to the edge of the mattress where their toy box is waiting on the floor. He wipes his hand on the ruined bedding first before he digs around the box. The plug he picks out has Buck stare, throat going dry again. It's one they rarely use, not very long and too thick to easily work into him, one they had purchased with the explicit goal of working up to fisting one day. "Let's make sure you stay open and soft," Tommy says, drawing his hand over his own softening dick to gather slick, milk a little more out of the drooling slit to spread over the toy. "It'll make it easier later."
If Buck wasn't so fucked out and numb with pleasure, he'd feel ashamed at how easily the plug slides inside him, his body having given up any resistance. He clenches around it, the stretch feeling like relief. He allows Tommy to turn him onto his side, gasping as every movement makes the eggs move inside him, rubbing against each other and his insides, and then Tommy curls up behind him, molding his own body along Buck's back. His arms sneak around Buck's middle, palms resting on the swell of his stomach.
"You look so good like this," Tommy murmurs, hands possessive as they caress Buck's stomach, his taut skin tender.
It's a pang of sadness Buck doesn't expect as he looks down. He covers one of Tommy's hands. "Wish I could carry them to term for you."
Tommy hums, teeth nipping at Buck's neck. "You wouldn't survive the 15 months, even if they were fertilized. No human would." He strokes one hand up to Buck's chest, covering his heart. "Thank you for letting me have this. Seeing you like this, feeling you like this." He sighs happily, cuddling Buck closer against himself. "Let's rest for a bit, yeah?"
Buck nods, settling into Tommy's protective hold around him. From the research he had done he knows it'll take a couple of hours for the eggs, still the squishy texture of firm gelatin to try and nestle inside him, looking for that elusive bond that will fertilize and nurture them, expanding slightly before the wrong biome - not the right temperature, not the right pH, not the needed enzymes and physiology - will cause their membranes to cool and harden into firm, heavy shells inside of him, foreign objects that his body will seek to expel before long.
When Buck wakes up from his nap, he is as cleaned up as he's going to get without a long, hot shower. A blanket is tucked tightly around him, the large window cranked open allowing the cool night air to waft through the attic. He shivers slightly, burying deeper into the blanket. His stomach still feels warm, not the searing heat it had been earlier, but…
Buck pushes the blanket away to get a look at himself, and— fuck. His belly is even more bloated than before. Rubbing his palm over it, Buck can feel the distinct shape of the eggs inside him, engorged and much harder than they'd been before. He tries to sit up, but the movement makes his stomach cramp. Buck curses as the eggs shift inside him. The need to get up, move, is still at the forefront of his mind though, so he rolls onto his side, hoping that getting on all fours first will make getting up easier, but he only gets as far as getting onto his knees before his arms give out beneath him, a hot ache of arousal spearing through him as one of the eggs lodges itself against his prostate, steady, intense pressure.
That's how Tommy finds him when he comes up the ladder into the den, carrying two bottles of water. "Fuck, baby."
Buck moans, rocking back on his knees. He's holding himself up on one elbow, his other hand switching between cradling his heavy stomach and rubbing at his hard, curved dick. "T-tommy, please," he whines. "It's too much. I need them out, now. Please." He's babbling, begging as the eggs churn inside him.
Tommy quickly moves around the mattresses to close the window before he climbs onto the bed with Buck, hands stroking over Buck's back soothingly. "I got you, baby," Tommy tells him as Buck pushes into his hands like a cat, needing more contact. "Let's open you up and then let gravity help."
Buck nods, closing his eyes as he feels the mattress dip as Tommy shuffles around, kneeling up behind him. His mouth falls open on an exhale, moaning when deft fingertips trace his rim where his body is clutching the plug tightly. He nods at Tommy's murmured instructions to relax, baby, I got you, I got you, let me help you and then digs is fingers in to take a hold of the base of the plug. It comes free with an obscene squelch and a gush of sticky slick splattering down his thighs.
"That's it, baby," Tommy coos. He drops the toy onto the ruined bedding, then leans forwards, plastering himself along Buck's back, arms encircling his bloated belly and chest. "Now come here." The whole room seems to spin as Tommy draws him upright, Buck's thighs splaying on either side of Tommy's. The heavy weight in his belly shifts down, and his hands scrabble for purchase on Tommy's arms that seem to be the only thing holding him securely, the only sure thing. A new layer of sweat breaks out across his skin and he twists against Tommy, panting as he presses his forehead to the side of Tommy's neck.
An almost manic bubble of laughter works itself up his throat. "I'm bursting," he mumbles. He can feel the eggs move inside him, slowly drawn downwards by their own weight, sending waves of overstimulation shuddering through him as they rub along his insides, press against his prostate and against his hole from the inside. "Fuck, oh." He can't help himself, letting go of his cock to reach down to his stretched rim and the hard mass of the first egg. It's not as smooth as he expected it, the membrane hardened into a scaly, uneven texture where his twitching hole is clutching it, his body so overwhelmed, undecided on whether to clench and keep it inside or…
"Relax, baby, you are doing so well. Just breathe and let it happen. They want out, just give into it," Tommy murmurs against the side of his face, voice low and deep rumbling in his chest where Buck can feel it against his back. He nods, trying to focus on that and on the way Tommy is stroking over the swell of his belly, massaging downwards and making the eggs shift more inside him, the pressure building against his rim.
The sudden sensation as the egg crowns, stretching him past its widest point and then slips out has him sobbing as his cock pulses. It triggers a chain reaction, the other eggs shifting downwards to fill the emptied space, rubbing over his prostate again and Buck barely has the wherewithal to grab his own dick, hand flying over it as he comes. His clenching insides force the next egg out of his hole, slick leaking out of him freely now as his insides churn, getting rearranged as they bear down and out. It's like one drawn out, long orgasm, milking him dry and leaving him a shuddering, shaking mess only held up by Tommy's arms around him and his strong body propping him up, helpless to the ebb and flow as one after the other the eggs stretch him and slip free to drop down onto the bedding beneath them.
"Two more, baby, you're doing so well," Tommy tells him, his palm massaging his stomach increasing in pressure to help it along. "Fuck, they're so deep inside you," he says in wonder, voice dark with possessive need as they both feel the hard, ridged shape of the egg slowly move through Buck's insides down towards his hole. "Come on, baby, push them out, you're almost done, so beautiful."
The gaping void inside him after the last egg has dropped from his body feels just as overwhelming as the bloated stretch had felt earlier. Buck whines, slumping in Tommy's arms, boneless and grateful for Tommy's strength holding him up.
"Fuck, you wrecked me," Buck complains weakly, trembling as his stretched muscles try to close around nothing, slick still leaking out of him in slimy trails. He can't help himself, blindly reaching down to feel the soft , fluttering gape of his hole.
"Yeah, I don't think fisting is off the table anymore," Tommy muses dryly and Buck wants to slap him for the joke, only manages to weakly pat his thigh.
He glances down at where the eggs are laying in their puddle of slick between his thighs, shuddering. "Fuck, they're big." Roughly the size of his fist each, so Tommy is probably right. His insides clench at the memory of sensation, thighs shaking. "Uh, I need… fuck, Daddy, can you…?" He tries to voice that unspeakable feeling of emptiness inside him.
Tommy holds him closer, squeezing his arms around him as he carefully lowers them both onto the bed. "I don't think we have a toy that's safe for you right now," he muses, palm soothingly caressing his belly as much a distraction as reassurance.
The noise that leaves his mouth is half a sob, half a manic chuckle. "Your dick, then," he begs. "Daddy, please. I need you, I need something."
Tommy grazes his neck with his teeth, then props himself up on one elbow, twisting around Buck to kiss his lips. "That cycle ruined me just as much as it ruined you," he admits, smiling into Buck's mouth as he kisses him again. "I don't think I'll get hard for the rest of the week."
"Just like this, then. Daddy," Buck whines, craving the connection. "Need you." He doesn't moan when Tommy complies, using his fingers to feed his thick, soft dick into Buck's hole, rocking his hips forwards gently a couple times, just exhales as his body relaxes.
"So sloppy," Tommy murmurs against Buck's neck, but it's not an insult, his voice awed, happy.
The eggs have fully calcified the next day, rock hard as Buck washes them clean in the bathroom sink. He picks one up carefully, drying it on a towel. In the sunlight the egg has an intense blue color, mottled in different hues and sprinkled with gold and white specs.
"Lazulum," Tommy offers in explanation from where he's perched on the closed toilet lid, watching Buck's fascination.
"They're beautiful," Buck muses, twisting and turning the egg in his hand, watching it catch the light. "What are we going to do with them?"
Tommy shrugs. "Traditionally? We'd wrap them up and take them to a shrine of the Mother in the Mountains, bury them there to wish for fertility and prosperity for the tribe."
"And hope wandering humans won't dig them up and sell them as valuable pigment?" Buck asks, arching his eyebrows as he catches Tommy's amused gaze in the mirror.
"Can you blame them?" Tommy shrugs. "Anyway, only orthodox dragons do that these days. Many just bury them in their backyards, or leave them somewhere in the wild."
"They're so beautiful though, can't we just keep them? They'd look so good around the house."
"And you're ready for Jee to touch them and ask where the pretty stones come from?" Tommy laughs as Buck pulls a face.
"Maybe just our bedroom then." He carefully sets the stone egg down in a box, picking up the next one from the sink to dry it. "We can start a collection."
Tommy shakes his head. "I don't think I'll have many cycles left in me. I didn't expect this one at all." There's something almost wistful in his tone in the wake of their unexpected, intense intimacy the stone eggs are proof of.
Setting the dried egg down into the box, Buck turns around and crosses the short distance to Tommy. He groans as he climbs into his lap. His body is sore all over, his ass too tender and still gaping a little, a sensation that's been driving him slightly insane ever since he woke up curled up in Tommy's arms in their den this morning.
"You're not that old yet, Daddy," Buck murmurs, kissing his mouth lazily. "We'll make it happen again. And until then…" he reaches for Tommy's hand, drawing it down to cover one of his ass cheeks. "We can do some practice rounds?"