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“You’re fired,” Bobby says and Buck jolts back.
“What? For real?” he blinks quickly as he jumps off the rig.
“You disrespect the force when you act like this, taking a hookup on the engine,” Bobby says, “this isn't a game Buck, this is real work.”
“That’s not fair!” Buck cries out.
“Not fair? You can't go around having hookups just because you’re feeling like it.”
“You can't fault me for this,” Buck says, heart beating quickly. “It’s not my fault that- that I rely on people having to want me, I can't just decide to eat when I’m hungry. It requires consent, and someone wanting it. It’s like firing a vamp for drinking a blood bag on the job during a hard shift.”
“That and this are two completely different things,” Bobby sighs.
“But it’s not,” Buck says, softly, “it’s the same.”
“Explain to me how a vampire needing their food is the same as you and wanting to get your dick wet.”
Buck flinches, “you really think I want to be dependent on people? Vampires can buy their food. If I buy my food I'm doing something illegal and hell it doesn't even feed me. I can’t change the fact that I needs someone's lust to focus.”
“What?” Bobby says softly, “what do you mean, feed. You eat food.”
“I mean yeah, but that’s not enough,” Buck says. Now he’s confused. “succubi can get some energy from food but unless I eat like every fifteen minutes I'm still gonna have to have sex with someone.”
“You're a succubus,” Bobby says slowly. And now Buck is even more confused. Wasn't this the reason he was just fired?
“Yes? It’s in my file. I know I shouldn’t have taken the engine and that's on me, but I was really hungry,” he says sheepishly.
He still is. God. He’s wet as hell and if he didn't wear the tightest pair of underwear known to man he’d be showing a raging boner. His stomach rumbles loudly. He tried to eat in his free time but there were so many things he had to do and he was so tired so he hadn't and it was biting him in the ass.
“You-” Bobby groans, “I didn't read that part, somehow,” he mutters to himself. The alarm rings. “Fuck, okay, you’re man behind for now, keep your radio on, no further then two miles from the station. We’re going to establish some ground rules on feeding, but for now, be back here when we are. And no later.”
“Yes captain.” He hesitates, “so I’m not fired?”
“Not yet,” Bobby calls out, “but steal equipment one more time and you will be.” The doors of the engine slam shut and it and the ambulance race away.
Buck hasn't pulled out his phone so quickly forever. There has to be someone that’s horny and willing to feed him. He hates it when he opens the app that is designed for these kinds of meetings. Sometimes it makes him feel like a sex toy, but then again, he’s using peoples arousal and orgasm as food. And right now his last feeding was broken off before he got more then two fingers inside her so he needs something. He’s bouncing on his feet, so fucking close to sticking his hands in his jeans and at least jacking off for some emotional release when he gets a ping.
Hell yes. The picture is blurry, mostly a stomach, abs, and a generous bulge. Oh hell yes, Buck’s nearly salivating.
Hey
Buck hates this part because he hates the small talk like the app isn't literally made for just hook-ups, especially succubi feeding.
I’m on my break from work, address is 43th Melrose, if you can be here quick I could fuck you.
Oh hell yes.
I’ll be there in five, hotshot.
Tell me when you’re there, firehose and I’ll come and get you.
And that’s why Buck sometimes loves men. They’re so much more lax. No talking. Just. An agreement to fuck.
The address is a building site. Construction. Makes sense. The profile said the guy was a wolf, so he’s probably strong. Buck waits, anxious, horny. This guy that comes out is hot as fuck. Strong built, sweet brown eyes, smelling of sweat and arousal. Arousal that gets only deeper when his eyes land on Buck.
“Firehose?” He drawls, eyeing him up and down, “what, fireman was taken.”
Buck chuckles, “I’m Buck,” he says instead.
“Eddie,” the man chuckles, he smirks, “this way, unless you wanted to fuck in the streets.”
“Nah,” Buck says and he wonders what he smells like for the wolf. “Prefer a little seclusion.”
“Well I can offer a car or an abandoned building.”
“Car,” Buck says eagerly and Eddie laughs, opening the back door to a blue car.
There’s a moment of awkwardness before Bucks hunger really just overtakes him and he pushes Eddie into his car and climbs on top of him with a high keen.
Eddie chuckles and pulls him into a deep kiss. Oh. Nice. He rocks his hips, tasting the arousal on Eddie’s tongue. So nice. His dick is hard, and big below Buck. “What do you want, Buck,” groans. “What do you need.”
“Shit can you fuck me? Or no, can I ride you?” Buck whines softly. He needs Eddie’s dick inside him. And soon. Preferably now. Or yesterday maybe.
Eddie doesn't answer besides licking into his mouth and opening Buck’s belt. Oh yay. Buck shoves his pants to his ankles while Eddie frees his massive dick from its poor confines.
Buck groans happily when Eddie’s dick slides into him. “Fuck you’re wet. How long has it been? You must be starving for a good meal.”
Buck keens and nods, head lolling back, rolling his hips hungrily.
Eddie laughs, and oh, Buck likes his laugh. He bounces, one hand above him, the other holding Eddie’s shoulder. Yeah, oh yeah that’s good.
Buck moans low, whining when Eddie’s hand curls around his dick too. “Oh fuck,” Buck whimpers, the stretch is fucking perfect, all big and firm and getting bigger. “You have a knot,” Buck whines. “Never- shit- never taken one before.”
“Fuck you can do it,” Eddie rumbles low and hungry.
Yeah he can. Buck moans and he sinks further, his body stretching to accommodate the size. It’s a lot but it’s good. Buck’s eyes cross and he pants, flush down to Eddie’s body, rocking his hips.
“Fucking hell,” Eddie groans, voice an inhuman rumble.
Buck can't help but laugh, adjusting. He hooks his ankles over Eddie’s knees and starts lifting himself up. He keens, feeling the stretch again, the other way now. And oh that’s intense. He whimpers, biting at the fabric of Eddie’s shirt as he keens as he pulls of his knot.
Before sinking back down. It’s slow. Much slower than normal. He sinks back down with a wet sound and Buck whimpers and pulls himself up again, this time the knot pops out a little and Buck fucks himself quick on the shaft. Panting, whimpering and sinking back down when he gets too hungry for the stretch. Because oh it’s nice. He's never felt as filled as now. Eddie’s hand on his ass, his knot stuffing him full so far that he can feel it in his pelvis. “Oh that’s good. So good,” Buck moans. “M so close,” he whines. He just needs Eddie to come. Needs him to fill Buck up with his come and then Buck can come too, filled in every fucking sense.
“Holy shit,” Eddie groans, “that's it, fuck yourself on my knot. God. You’re a slut.” Buck keens. Yeah yeah he is. A slut for this knot for sure. Eddie's hips thrust up, sharply, digging the knot even deeper and Buck loses his battle the moment he feels the first wave of come, crying out as he comes, squeezing around the knot. “I might love you.” Eddie slurs holding his hips as he pumps Buck full, hips jerking each pump.
Buck laughs, lazily stroking himself as he feels Eddie’s come feed him. He can't help but roll his hips slowly, groaning as Eddie thrusts up, still hard, knot even bigger. God it feels like it’s splitting him opens and it’s fucking amazing.
Buck sighs happily, slumping forwards. “So, uh, how long does your knot last because my boss won't like it if I take too long,” he says.
Eddie groans, “I’m sure you could climb off no problem,” he rumbles.
“Probably,” Buck murmurs, “but this feels amazing.”
“Ten minutes, probably,” Eddie answers, hand sweeping down Buck’s spine, “and if you roll your hips a little more I might come again.”
Buck is moving in an instant. Rolling and squeezing as much as his stretched muscles can. The feeling makes pleasure scatter over his entire spine. God he should fuck wolves more often if a knot feels like this.
Buck grumbles when his phone starts ringing. He reaches out, digging it out form his pants. Eddie is just raising his eyebrow but Hen is calling him for some fucking reason.
“Buckaroo,” she says, “cap said you were man behind, possibly close to the station. Thena needs your help. I’m gonna give her your phone number, yeah?”
“Uh,” Buck looks down, alright then, “yeah, I’ll be at the station in five minutes.”
“Great, you’ve got Cap's permission to do whatever Athena needs you to do,” she adds before hanging up.
“Right, duty calls,” Buck says and he forces himself to relax again, and pull up. “Oh Jesus Christ that feels good,” he whimpers.
Eddie groans low, but thankfully he doesn't stop Buck from shuffling off of him. Come drips down his thigh but Buck really can’t be bothered about that right now. “Better?” Eddie asks, head lolled back. He’s still hard and it must be annoying as fuck to not have Buck’s body around his knot again.
“So much,” Buck answers happily, pulling his boxers up, dragging his pants up too. “This was fun, and I’m up for a redo if you ever want to,” he grins cheekily, “text me,” he yells out as he climbs out of the car, closing his belt before he runs off. Invigorating. Damn that was a good fuck. Buck really hopes Eddie the construction worker will let him ride his knot again soon.