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A strange feeling washed over Buck as he moved his hands down his chest, over his muscles, his stomach, further down until his fingertips reached the crease of his thighs. The fabric left his palms tingling and burning beneath his touch, soft yet rough at the same time. As if it pulled him in and pushed him away all at once.
He felt his heartbeat pounding where he traced his body, unsteady lines that made him shudder all over. Especially when he carefully slipped his fingers beneath the lace and felt his own warmth radiating off him, hot enough it felt like it might tear through his skin and burn him alive.
At least that was what it felt like as he stood in front of the mirror and stared at himself. His eyes wandered to his parted lips, secretly admiring how pink and smooth they were, despite always complaining whenever Hen teased him about them. She said they were pretty, beautiful, kissable. All just because of Buck’s lips. Lips he’d felt ashamed of for most of his life.
Sometimes he wished other people would see them the way she did.
Then his gaze flicked down to his collarbones and his chest, right above where the red lace started. Thin fabric that hugged his chest tightly, and just beneath his sternum, the material parted into two loose panels that drifted down along the sides of his waist. It left his stomach bare, the lace brushing lightly against his skin whenever he moved.
A beautiful sight, really. If only he could believe that himself.
Further down, tight red boxers clung to his hips, a stark contrast to the elegant, sweet lingerie above. They were just basic underwear, nothing special, stretching over the outline of his soft bulge. If it hadn’t been for the matching colour and the fact that they were so short that part of his ass showed when he turned, he probably wouldn’t have spared them a second glance.
But it wasn’t like he had anything that actually matched the top anyway. Tommy never liked it.
Just thinking about him made wave after wave of nausea and sadness crash into Buck, his fingers twitching with the urge to rip the lace off his body and throw it in the trash. He’d heard the words “You’re too big and buff for lingerie” and “I like it, just not on you” too many times to count, and it had eaten him up from the inside, gnawed at his heart. So much so that one day he hadn’t been able to keep his mouth shut anymore, and they argued for days after that before they eventually broke up. That was good, though, because Buck didn’t have to pretend anymore after that.
He didn’t need someone in his life who couldn’t love and accept every single thing about him, no matter how big or small. He was better off alone anyway. Though sometimes—like right now, standing in front of the mirror, dressed so prettily—he couldn’t help but want someone else to adore him too. To accept this side of him. To go feral over it. To want him pretty and obedient and soft just for them.
A sigh slipped past his lips, ready to pull the straps off his shoulders and change into something else, when something suddenly made him freeze.
The sound of keys turning in the lock of his front door.
Instantly, a cold shiver ran up his spine. His breath hitched, and he waited just a second longer before he quickly turned to his bed and grabbed the discarded white shirt he had thrown there earlier. His eyes flicked to the sweatpants on the floor as he slid the shirt over his head, but the sound of footsteps told him he didn’t have time to put them on.
Whatever.
He was halfway down the stairs when the sight of his best friend stopped him.
“Eddie?”
Eddie instantly jumped up, flinching so hard Buck had to bite his lips to hide a grin. Relief flooded through him immediately. Of course it was Eddie, who else would it be? Eddie was the only one with a spare key, just in case of emergencies.
He watched as Eddie’s eyes flicked to his painfully short boxers for a second, eyebrows twitching, before looking back up. “Buck. Jesus, you scared me,” he muttered with a hand on his heart. “Sorry, didn’t know you were home. Didn’t you say you were going to Maddie’s tonight?”
“Yeah, I… wasn’t feeling so well,” Buck replied with a nervous sounding chuckle. His hand gripped the railing tighter than he’d like. “What are you doing here anyway?”
For some reason, the fact that Eddie had actually used his key and just entered Buck's apartment whenever he liked sent a strange, hot flash through Buck's body. That had been the case with just about everything ever since Eddie had come out to him as gay not too long ago.
“I forgot my wallet here yesterday,” Eddie replied casually, crossing his arms. His expression shifted into a little frown as he kept inspecting Buck’s face. “Everything alright?”
Their ability to always know when something was wrong with the other was both a blessing and a curse.
Nodding, Buck put on his best smile. “Yeah, man, of course. Just a headache, that’s all.”
For a moment, Eddie looked like he’d accept Buck’s answer and move on. Or maybe Buck had just imagined the slight softening of Eddie’s features, because he was really, really hoping Eddie would believe his excuse—with everything he had. There was no way Buck could survive another second under Eddies scrutinising gaze, wearing only his short boxers and the shirt over the lingerie.
“Well…” Eddie began after a moment. “Don’t you want to come down?”
No, he didn’t, actually. That was the last thing he wanted to do.
“Uh, no… my— my leg hurts a lot today.”
God, he needed to throw himself out the window.
A slow smirk spread across Eddie’s lips as one of his brows lifted, his expression a mix of confusion and intrigue. Buck hated that look, because he knew it meant he’d fucked up, and Eddie wouldn’t let go now until he spluttered out the truth. Which, to be fair, was to be expected.
Eddie leaned on the table behind him. “What’s wrong? Come down here.”
Buck internally flinched. He couldn’t allow Eddie to see him like this, with his boxers showing off half of his ass. They probably didn’t even count as boxers anymore—more like panties. It would change everything between them, their whole friendship, and he didn’t want to risk that.
“I’m so tired. Guess I’ll just go back to sleep. You… you can just get your wallet,” he muttered with a shaking smirk.
There was another moment of silence, long and almost awkward, as Buck’s legs nearly gave out under Eddie’s hard, unyielding stare. By now his brows were fully furrowed, his eyes narrowed.
After a moment, Eddie sighed. “It suits you.”
“What?” Buck almost stumbled back on the steps, his heart racing inside of his chest as if it wanted to claw its way out. A shaky breath left him, his eyes wide. “What— What do you mean?”
When Eddie’s lips suddenly curled into a smirk and his eyes traveled down to Buck’s chest, everything in him froze. His feet, his hands, his breathing, his heart. Oh. Oh. Oh god, was his shirt see-through?
Buck’s head snapped down instantly, his cheeks flushing at the sight of red lace shining through the fabric. Fuck, this was awful. How had he not noticed?
The gears in Buck’s mind worked for something to say, anything that would make this less humiliating, but the words wouldn’t come. Eddie didn’t look away, though, and that made it all so much worse. Or better. Buck didn’t know anymore. His heart pounded so loudly in his ears he wondered if Eddie could hear it too.
Eddie slowly pushed off the table as his gaze flicked briefly to Buck’s face. There was something warm in his eyes, something curious and adorable that made Buck swallow once. He hated how much that look affected him and how it made his legs feel unsteady and wobbly.
“It suits you,” Eddie repeated, quieter this time, before he took a small step closer. Buck let out a shaky breath and tried to calm the panic rising in his chest, but Eddie’s expression didn’t show any judgment. Nothing like Tommy’s dismissive comments that had carved scars into Buck’s confidence. Eddie looked at him as if Buck was something he didn’t want to look away from.
Buck forced himself to take one step down the stairs, then another while he prayed Eddie wouldn’t notice how the shirt brushing over the lace sent a small shiver through him.
“I didn’t mean for you to see,” Buck muttered, and he hated how vulnerable and awkward he sounded. He wasn’t sure if he hated it enough to make him walk away, though, not when Eddie’s eyes lit up even more. “It just… happened. Obviously I didn’t know you were coming.”
“I figured. But you don’t have to hide from me.” Eddie’s gaze dipped to Buck’s shirt again, lingering for a heartbeat too long, then lifted back to his face. “You look good. Better than good.”
Buck felt that straight down to his toes. The compliment fought against months of doubt and months of letting someone else tell him who he was allowed to be. Eddie’s gentle voice was undoing those knots one at a time, and Buck didn’t know what to do with that.
“You don’t have to say that,” he murmured. “You don’t have to make me feel better.”
Eddie’s expression changed as he stepped closer until Buck had to tilt his chin down to keep their eyes locked. “I’m not saying it to make you feel better. I’m saying it because it’s true.”
In the silence that followed, Eddie’s eyes dropped one last time to the hint of lace visible under the thin white shirt. For a second, Buck wondered what would happen if he let Eddie look closer. If he stopped hiding and allowed himself to believe that maybe Eddie meant every word exactly the way he said it.
But before any of that could happen, Eddie suddenly turned on his heel and walked to the fridge, leaving Buck confused, breath hitching. He took out a beer, popped the cap off, then casually crossed the room to Buck’s couch and plopped down onto the cushions.
For some reason, a pang of disappointment washed over Buck. He didn’t know what he’d expected to happen between them now, but it had definitely been something. Something other than Eddie just relaxing in his living room.
He shook his head, trying his hardest to ignore the slight ache in his chest, and turned on his heel to head upstairs and quickly change into something else. However, before he could even take a step, Eddie’s voice suddenly stopped him.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He called out. “Get your ass back here, Buckley.”
Buck swallowed. Did Eddie really have to put him through more embarrassment?
Exhaling, he turned around again and very hesitantly made his way back to the living space, deliberately avoiding eye contact and looking everywhere but at Eddie. He stood a few feet away, not wanting Eddie to hear his uneven breathing.
“Sit,” Eddie demanded softly, and that was the first time Buck dared to lift his eyes to him. He hoped the slight raise of his brow was signal enough that he didn’t really understand what was going on.
But Eddie’s serious expression didn’t waver, and when he then sat his beer down on the coffee table and spread his legs slightly, tapping his thigh once with his hand, Buck’s legs nearly gave out beneath him. His eyes widened, and he felt his pulse spiking back through the roof.
As much as he wanted nothing more than to straddle Eddie’s hips, let him grab his waist, his hips, Buck wasn’t sure this was a good idea. They had already crossed a line with whatever that had been a moment ago, but actively sitting on Eddie’s lap was something that could never be undone again. And he wasn’t sure what that would mean for their friendship.
But by the time he allowed himself to look back at Eddie’s face, it was as if every single restraint he had just dissolved into nothing. Because Eddie had this soft yet stern and gentle expression on his face, this openess and honesty in him. And he sat there as if he was being 100% serious about this, without any doubts.
How could anyone say no to this?
Buck’s breath stammered, the lace and the tightness of his boxers suddenly burning on his skin. It was slow and shuffling when he finally moved, step for step until he stood between Eddie’s spread knees.
Buck swallowed hard and then, with a shaky exhale, lowered himself onto Eddie’s lap. He barely sat down with his full weight at first, but Eddie’s hands quickly came up to his hips and pulled him down, eliciting another breath from him. Buck hadn’t realized how much he craved being held like that until it was happening.
The moment Buck started to relax against him, Eddie leaned back just enough to get a good look at him. His eyes drifted down to Buck’s torso where the lace pressed faintly beneath the shirt, and Buck felt his face flushing. He wasn’t used to being looked at like this, not with this hunger and adoration.
“You were really going to run upstairs,” Eddie murmured, voice so deep it vibrated through Buck’s body where he sat on him. There was a small smile on his lips, not amused, just fond in a way that made Buck’s heart twist. “You don’t need to hide from me.”
Buck’s hands fidgeted uncertainly before he finally let them rest on Eddie’s shoulders, curling into the fabric of his shirt. “I wasn’t hiding. I just… didn’t want to make things weird.”
“If this is weird,” Eddie began, eyes lifting to meet Buck’s again, “then I think I like weird.”
Buck let out a surprised laugh that died quickly in his throat when Eddie’s gaze softened again. His fingers brushed the hem of the white shirt, feather-light as if asking for permission.
“Buck,” Eddie murmured, “I meant it earlier. You look good. You can let me look.”
Buck searched eddie’s face, looking for hesitation or doubt, but there was none. Just honesty and desire and patience, all making Buck feel safe and wanted.
A single nod was all it took for Eddie to pull Buck’s shirt up and over his head before throwing it somewhere on the ground. The sudden cold was immediately replaced by the warmth of Eddie’s palms on his waist again.
“Look at you,” Eddie whispered, eyes locked on Buck’s torso, and Buck almost whimpered on the spot. “How is anyone allowed to be so pretty? I can’t believe I only now get to see this side of you.”
A shudder left Buck’s lips when Eddie’s fingers slipped beneath the loose lace parts on either side of his ribs, tracing his skin softly. “I— I wasn’t sure if you’d ever be interested in me and I didn’t want to put our friendship at risk,” he muttered shakily.
Eddie’s movements stilled for a moment, long enough for Buck to shiver with anticipation. “Buck,” he began quietly, tilting Buck’s head down by his chin. “You’re the whole reason I found out that I wasn’t straight. You, and nobody else.”
Buck held his breath, unable to comprehend whether he’d heard that right. “You— But— Why didn’t you tell me when you came out to me?”
“Maybe because you were in a relationship at the time?” Eddie replied, a small smile and raised brow finding their way onto his face.
God, fuck that relationship and fuck Tommy. As bad as it sounded, Buck wouldn’t have wasted a second before breaking up with him if Eddie had told him sooner. And he also wouldn’t have had to live through weeks more of pure emotional torture with that guy.
Buck was still too surprised and excited to get anything out, so he only parted his lips and smiled dumbly at Eddie, trying—and failing—to make a sound. His fingers dug deeper into Eddie’s shoulders, never wanting to let go again.
Eddie huffed out a little laugh, then very slowly let his hands trail downward to Buck’s lower back, then to the waistband of his boxers, before finally settling on Buck’s ass. He squeezed slightly, sending wave after wave of electric shocks through Buck’s entire body.
“Why do you look so ashamed wearing that? Because of me?” Eddie asked suddenly, fingers slipping beneath the fabric of the underwear.
“No, not because of you. Not anymore, at least…” Buck whispered. He couldn’t help the sadness that washed over him, internally cursing his ex for putting such a dent in his carefully built self esteem. He hoped Eddie wouldn’t notice. It would be embarrassing. But of course, nothing ever got past him.
“Tommy didn’t like that on you?”
Buck’s gaze trailed down as he bit his lip. Whatever he said now wouldn’t change the fact that Eddie already knew the answer.
He took a deep breath. “He said that I’m too big and muscular for something like this. And that it just doesn’t fit me.”
Eddie’s jaw tightened instantly. “He was wrong. Completely and embarrassingly wrong. This fits you so well it’s driving me insane.”
Buck’s breath hitched in his throat, caught between wanting to believe him and months of doubt. Eddie seemed to notice the hint of disbelief on his face because one of his hands slid up from Buck’s hip to his side, fingers brushing the lace as if he wanted Buck to feel each soft stroke as proof.
“You’re big,” Eddie continued, a small grin creeping on his face, “and you’re muscular.” He shifted one hand to Buck’s lower back to pull him in closer, making Buck’s thighs tighten where they straddled Eddie’s hips. “And that’s exactly why this looks so damn good on you. Because it’s you wearing it. It’s your body, your confidence, your softness under all that strength.”
The words made Buck sit up straighter and soothed the pain in his chest Tommy had left behind. Eddie looked at him like he was something precious, something he didn’t want to look away from for even a second.
“You’re allowed to be beautiful,” Eddie said softly. “You’re allowed to want to feel beautiful.”
“I didn’t think anyone would ever…” Buck trailed off, but Eddie caught the meaning anyway. He always did.
“I do. I see you. All of you. And I want you to see yourself the way I see you.”
He leaned in then, slowly pressing his forehead against Buck’s. Buck’s eyes fluttered shut for a moment, just breathing in Eddie’s scent.
“You’re not too anything,” Eddie continued. “You’re just right. And if anyone ever made you think otherwise, that’s on them. Not you.”
Buck’s body reacted before his mind caught up because his hips bucked forward slightly, drawn toward Eddie’s voice and his hands.
“Eddie,” he whispered helplessly.
Eddie’s thumbs pressed gently into his hips, pulling him impossibly closer. “Yeah, I’m right here.”
By now, Buck knew he was painfully, embarrassingly hard. His erection strained against the fabric of his boxers, and every slight movement brushed against it, making his hips twitch involuntarily. He also knew there was no way Eddie hadn’t noticed yet.
A small sigh slipped over his lips when Eddie suddenly pulled him closer by his back, then dipped his head down and, without warning, latched onto one of Buck’s nipples. On top of the lace.
It was burning hot where his tongue brushed over the bud, his teeth grazing Buck’s skin ever so slightly.
Eddie sucked on Buck’s nipple through the lace so slowly it pulled a high-pitched sound from Buck's throat. His hands tightened on Eddie's shoulders, his nails digging into the muscle beneath the shirt.
"Eddie," he gasped as his hips shifted on Eddie's lap. He felt his erection press tightly against Eddie's thigh, leaving no doubt about his reaction.
Eddie gave the already sensitive bud one last, hard suck, before moving his mouth and tracing a path with his tongue across Buck’s chest, up toward his collarbone. He lifted his head slowly, eyes half-lidded, meeting Buck’s wide and shocked gaze.
“See?” Eddie whispered. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” His fingers released their grip on Buck’s back and slid down to Buck’s hips again, tracing the tight waistband of the boxers. “And I want to see how much more perfect you can get.”
Buck felt his stomach drop. Even though everything was too much to process, the feeling of Eddie’s hands on his hips soothed his frantic thoughts and made him feel like he was falling through clouds.
“Can I kiss you, mi amor?” The question rolled off Eddie’s tongue, and it sent a pleasantly warm shudder down Buck’s spine.
“Yes. Yes, please. Please,” he rambled, and Eddie wasted no time on cupping his face with one hand and pulling him down.
The moment their lips met, Buck’s whole body melted against him. Eddie tasted him completely, taking his time, exploring every angle of his mouth. Buck responded immediately, tilting his head to deepen the kiss as his hands slid up to cup Eddie's face. He could feel the soft sigh Eddie breathed into his mouth, causing a pleasant shiver to run through him.
When Eddie finally pulled back, they were both breathing hard, their foreheads resting together again. Eddie’s eyes were fixed entirely on Buck, and his thumb was stroking soft circles on Buck’s jawline.
“You want to do something about this?” Eddie murmured, his voice low and smoky. His eyes dropped to Buck's hard cock still hidden behind fabric, and Buck felt the familiar desperation rising again.
He nodded frantically, bucking his hips upward unintentionally at the mention of release.
“You have to earn it,” Eddie whispered against his lips, making Buck feel dizzy with lust. “Grind against me, baby. Make yourself feel good until I tell you to stop.”
“Noo…” the word slipped over Buck’s tongue in a long, shaky whine. He braced his hands on either side of Eddie’s torso, fingers knitting in the fabric of his shirt. But despite his desperate want for Eddie’s hands on him, on his cock, his ass, Eddie’s fingers inside him, Buck did as he was told. Like a good boy. Because there was nothing else he wanted more than to be good.
His hips bucked once, thighs twitching before he slowly lifted himself up and then back down again, deliberately brushing his pulsating cock against the bulge inside of Eddie’s jeans. A shudder tore through him when he repeated the motion, the thought of Eddie being hard and turned on only intensifying his lust. How badly he wanted to pull the zipper down with his teeth, lose himself in Eddie’s scent, lick his way up to the tip and take Eddie’s whole cock into his mouth. Wanted to swirl his tongue around the flesh and swallow every single drop Eddie would give him.
“Eddie… Eddie want— ugh,” Buck stammered as he rubbed his throbbing erection faster and harder against Eddie’s straining bulge. His breath came in choppy gasps, the tip of his cock burning where it slipped from his boxers and dragged against the denim. But he couldn’t bring himself to care. “S-so good— agh! More, want more!”
“This not enough for you?” Eddie murmured with a grin, gripping Buck’s waist and guiding his movements back and forth. “Tell me what else you want, baby, tell me what you want from me.”
“W-want you here,” Buck breathed against Eddie’s lips, not stopping his grinding and rubbing, needy like a rabbit in heat. With trembling fingers he grabbed one of Eddie’s hands and guided it to the curve of his ass, lower and lower until it settled right in the middle. Buck’s fingers hovered over Eddie’s before he pressed them in, tight against his hole. If only his boxers weren’t still in the way. “Here. Want to feel you inside.”
“Have you thought about that before? About me being inside you? Thrusting my fingers, my cock, into your pretty little ass?” Eddie grinned shamelessly as he started rubbing slow circles around Buck’s entrance, teasing him through the fabric. “Was it me you imagined when that asshole pounded you into the mattress and made you cum?”
Maybe Buck should’ve felt embarrassed or guilty for what he did next, but after this there was really nothing left to hide from Eddie. Because yes, Buck had imagined Eddie’s hard, thick cock filling him up and making him see stars instead of Tommy’s before. He imagined Eddie’s hands grabbing his flesh, leaving deep red marks, Eddie’s lips sucking at his skin, Eddie’s cock hitting the back of his throat. More often than he’d like to admit. So Buck nodded, squeezing his eyes shut as he rubbed himself against Eddie like his life depended on it.
“Mhh,” Eddie hummed, amusement dripping from his voice. “Yeah, I bet you did. I bet you’ve cum so many times just thinking about me while touching yourself, am I right?”
Again, Buck only nodded, his cock somehow growing even harder at those filthy words. So much so it felt like he might explode at any second.
“Do you use your fingers or toys when you fuck yourself?” Eddie murmured, his warm breath ghosting over Buck’s sweaty neck.
Despite the trembling and shaking in his thighs from the exhaustion of lifting himself up and down continuously, Buck didn’t stop. He couldn’t. “B-both,” he breathed, feeling waves of pleasure wash over him in gradually shorter intervals. “Eddie, I— I think I’m gonna—”
“Not yet,” Eddie demanded suddenly, digging his fingers deeper into Buck’s waist and holding him in place to stop his grinding. A long, desperate cry slipped from Buck’s lips, and he tried to buck his hips again, but to no avail. “No! No, was gonna c-cum.”
There was nothing more embarrassing than the fact that Buck had almost cum just from rubbing himself against Eddie’s jeans. And him still being in his boxers made everything even worse. But what else could he do when he finally got to act out the things he had dreamed about for so long?
“I know, but I’m not finished with you yet,” Eddie whispered before giving Buck’s ass a quick slap and gently shoving him off of his lap.
Before Buck could even let sadness or disappointment creep in, Eddie took hold of his arm, hauled him up, and dragged him toward the stairs. With every step, anticipation and excitement coursed through Buck’s veins, unable to wait a second longer now that he had finally gotten a taste of his fantasies in reality.
With one gentle shove, Buck landed on his bed, looking up at Eddie through his lashes. He gulped in anticipation as Eddie’s hands moved to his belt and began undoing the buckle. He looked so hot it drove Buck absolutely crazy, making his breath hitch in his throat and his cock leak drop after drop of pre-cum onto his stomach.
“On your hands and knees, head down and ass up,” Eddie demanded, the slight scruff in his voice sending a hot, pleasant shiver up Buck’s spine. Without wasting a second, he rolled over, did as he was told, and braced himself on all fours, pressing the side of his face into the pillow.
He heard Eddie inhale loudly before hands suddenly grabbed his hips from behind, and before he knew it, his boxers were pulled down to his ankles in one swift tug. Due to the sudden cold on his entrance that made him shiver, he hadn’t even noticed Eddie pulling the fabric over his feet and tossing it somewhere on the floor.
Buck’s head was spinning with lust, and all he could think about was Eddie sinking his fat cock into him while he took it like a good boy, only in his lace top.
A loud, filthy gasp escaped him when he felt something cold dripping down between his cheeks. Turning his head back, he saw Eddie’s eyes fixed on his hole, a tube of lube in his hand.
“W-where did you get the lube from?”
Eddie’s eyes flicked to his for a second. “Your drawer, sweetheart,” he murmured before closing the cap again. “Now, I want you to show me how you played with yourself while you imagined me fucking every last drop out of you.”
“What?” Buck whimpered instantly, heat crawling up his neck and face. Show him? But Buck didn’t want to show him, he wanted Eddie to do it. It was… embarrassing.
“You heard me, Buckley,” was the last thing Eddie said before he walked back and plopped down on the chair right in front of Buck’s bed, giving him a clear view of everything between Buck’s spread legs. He watched as Eddie pulled down the zipper of his jeans and lazily palmed himself through his boxers, sending the most intense, beautiful tremor through Buck’s entire body.
Although he wanted to beg for Eddie’s cock, beg and whine like a brat to be finally stretched open by him, one stern look from Eddie made Buck rethink his decision. There was no reason for him to act bratty and agitate Eddie, since it would only delay what he truly wanted.
So, with trembling fingers, Buck eventually lifted his hand to the back of his ass, sighing as he carefully spread the cold lube around his puckering entrance. He circled his finger over the rim a few times, then sucked in a deep breath before pushing in two digits at the same time.
Instantly, a loud, whiny cry erupted from his throat, his entire body jerking once. His hole clenched so tightly around himself that he could only drown in the imagination of Eddie’s thick cock trying to push into his tight, wet walls. It was intoxicating, making him shiver and moan as he pulled his fingers out again before ramming them back inside with a wet squelch.
“Fuck, yes, just like that,” Eddie breathed from behind him. By now, he had pulled his cock out of his boxers and started slow strokes up and down, sitting in that too-hot-to-be-allowed manspread. The sight was absolutely incredible, his skin pulling and stretching with every agonisingly gentle thrust into Eddie’s hand.
He was so big, so beautiful, so perfect it would’ve turned Buck into a squirting fountain, drenching his fingers and the sheets in himself if he were able to do that. His thrusting got faster and harder with every second, the dirty sounds in the room only intensifying the pleasure and lust rising inside him.
“E-Eddie it’s— it’s so good, so g-good. You’re so b-big, I want to…” he cut himself off with a gasp when he shamelessly slid another finger into his tight hole. “Want to choke— ungh! Want to choke on your cock, want to feel your cum d-dripping out of me.”
“Oh yeah?” Eddie asked, visibly more out of breath now. His hand moved faster, eyes half lidded as they stayed glued to Buck’s ass. “Want my cock to stretch you wide until you can’t do anything else but scream and whimper while you spurt onto the entire mattress?”
“Y-yes! Oh fuck, oh yes!” Buck moaned loudly. “Please, Eddie, please f-fuck me! So hard and— and deep and fast!”
With every thrust of his fingers, Buck felt himself drifting closer and closer to this dangerous edge. His throbbing, hard cock jumped uselessly between his legs while he kept fucking himself, his hole sucking him back in whenever he pulled out.
Since he’d been denied his breathtaking orgasm earlier, it was now harder than ever to keep himself from squirting on his fresh sheets. To hold it in and to shove his climax further away, he bit the inside of his lip and tensed every muscle, including the rim that was being abused right now. But the clenching only made him even tighter, heightening the sensations and dragging him closer to his climax. It was an evil cycle, and Buck found himself losing no matter what he did.
“Eddie, can’t— can’t any longer!” he gasped. “Need to cum, p-please! Please let me come?”
He was just a short moment away now. Gasping, whining, moaning, bucking his hips back to meet his thrusts, his head foggy with nothing but all-consuming pleasure. Just a few more seconds, just a little bit…
“Ungh! N-no!” Buck abruptly whined as his hand was yanked out of him and thrown onto the mattress beside his head. His eyes filled with tears when he looked back to see Eddie standing in front of the bed, both hands gripping Buck’s ass tightly.
Buck’s cock throbbed and burned from the edging. From the constant stimulation that was being taken away from him right before he could spill everything he had inside him.
Just as he was about to complain and forget the whole “not wanting to be a brat” thing, he suddenly felt something squeezing its way between his cheeks.
"Look at you," Eddie rasped into Buck’s ear, chest pressed tightly to Buck’s back. “Stretched out, soaking wet, wearing this beautiful lace." He trailed a hand down before his fingers caught on the edge of the material and pulled it slightly so it ghosted over Buck’s skin. "I told you Tommy was wrong. You look like a fucking dream in this. Like something I should’ve claimed years ago."
Buck let out a high-pitched sob of a moan, his forehead pressing into the pillow. The validation, combined with the heat of Eddie’s body, made him feel like he was finally being seen for exactly who he was. "Then claim me," he choked out. "Please, Eddie. Right now."
Eddie didn't need to be told twice. He positioned himself, the blunt head of his cock pressing against Buck's slick rim. He paused for one agonizing second, making Buck squirm in place. Then, with a single, hard thrust of his hips, he broke through the barrier and buried himself to the hilt.
Buck’s back arched violently as a loud scream of pleasure erupted from his throat. The sensation of the sheer girth of Eddie stretching him wide, filling every inch of him, was more than overwhelming. After being edged so relentlessly, the sudden intrusion was almost too much for him to handle.
"Oh god— Fuck, Eddie!" Buck wailed, his fingers clawing into the sheets as his vision began to swim.
Eddie didn't move for a moment, letting Buck’s tight, wet walls adjust to the stretch. He groaned, then reached forward, his fingers intertwining with Buck’s and pinning them to the bed.
"You feel so good," Eddie breathed, his voice breathless and raspy. "So tight. You were made for this. Made for me."
He began to move, pulling out almost entirely before lunging back in and bottoming out, the sound of their skin clapping together loud in the quiet room. Each thrust was deep and hit Buck’s prostate with so much force it made Buck’s legs give out. He collapsed onto his elbows, his ass remaining high as his head thrashed and dipped into a breathtaking state of bliss.
"That's it, baby, take it all," Eddie rasped, his pace becoming faster. He reached down with one hand, grabbing the red strap at Buck’s shoulder and pulling it back, baring the skin so he could lean down and sink his teeth into the muscle.
Buck’s usually loud and open demeanour was reduced to nothing but a gasping, whimpering mess and the rhythmic, desperate bucking of his hips. The friction of his own leaking cock against the sheets, combined with the relentless pounding from Eddie, brought him back to that dangerous edge in seconds.
“I want to put you into more of these beautiful pieces, want to buy you all the lingerie you want, want to see you twirling and showing off what I got you… before you make it dirty with your own cum,” Eddie murmured breathlessly into his ear, and the thought alone sent Buck’s eyes rolling to the back of his skull.
At this point, he physically couldn’t get out anything but choppy, high-pitched ungh, ungh, ungh’s, his face being pressed further and further into the pillow with every one of Eddie’s thrusts. He felt Eddie’s balls slapping against his skin, felt Eddie’s fat cock ripping him open and hitting his prostate continuously, felt Eddie’s hands leaving bruises on his skin. And he wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
Just then, Eddie suddenly halted his thrusting, wrapped one arm around Buck’s waist, rolled them over on the bed and scooted back to the pillows. Now, Buck was sitting with his back against Eddie’s chest, his legs spread wide over each of Eddie’s thighs. Because Eddie hadn’t pulled out during the roll, his cock was still buried deep, angled perfectly to hook against Buck’s prostate with every tiny movement.
Buck’s head fell back onto Eddie’s shoulder, his eyes fluttering shut as he looked down at himself. He looked like the definition of “blissfully wrecked”—the red lace top pulled up slightly, his stomach glistening with sweat and pre-cum, and his legs trembling uncontrollably.
“Look at you,” Eddie murmured into Buck’s ear, reaching around as his thumbs brushed over the lace-covered nipples, sending pleasant shivers through Buck’s body. “Look at how pretty you are, sitting on my lap, stretched out and open.”
Eddie didn't wait for a response. Instead, he gripped Buck’s hips and lifted him slightly, then slammed him back down with so much force it tore a scream from Buck.
“Ungh!” Buck’s head tilted back, and he could swear that a drop of spit dripped down his chin at that moment. The change in angle allowed Eddie to hit a spot so deep and so sensitive that Buck’s toes curled in the air.
“You’re so tight, mi vida,” Eddie rasped, his teeth grazing the shell of Buck’s ear before he sucked the lobe into his mouth. “Clenching around me like you never want to let go.”
“I don’t,” Buck instantly sobbed out. “N-never want to... please, Eddie, keep—ungh! Keep doing that!”
“Does it feel better than when he did it?” Eddie asked, his voice dropping a few octaves. “Knowing that I’m the one filling you up? Knowing that I want you exactly like this?”
“Better— so much b-better! Always you, Eddie... oh god, please! I’m gonna— I’m close!”
“Look at yourself while you cum,” Eddie commanded, his grip tightening on Buck’s waist to pin him further down onto his cock. “Look at how beautiful you are while I fuck you.”
Buck looked down through a veil of tears. He saw his own body trembling inside of the red lace, and Eddie’s tan, strong arms wrapped around him. The next time the head of Eddie’s cock brushed against his prostate and made Buck’s thighs twitch and jerk, he finally, finally, tripped over the edge.
His inner walls clamped down in a series of pulses, sucking Eddie in so much he thought something inside of him might rip. Buck let out a long, shaky scream, his body jerking and trembling as he finally let go. Thick, white spurts of cum splashed all over his stomach and the red lace, his chest heaving as the waves of pleasure crashed over him.
“Mghm! S-so good— ungh! F-fuuuck…!” He whined just as one of the streaks of his cum hit his chin and part of his bottom lip. It almost made him flinch in surprise, because he’d never, ever cum so hard in his life.
It almost felt like his orgasm would never stop as he watched his pretty top getting ruined in real time by nothing but his never ending stream of cum.
He could barely see through the stars dancing in his peripheral vision, his head lolling back against Eddie’s shoulder as his body continued to hum with the aftershocks of the most violent orgasm he’d ever experienced. He felt heavy, boneless, and utterly, blissfully spent.
"Jesus, Evan," Eddie rasped, his voice sounding just as wrecked as Buck felt. "Look at what you did. Look at how much you wanted this."
Buck let out a shaky whimper, his fingers curling into Eddie’s hair behind him. He felt Eddie’s hands slide up his torso, his thumbs smearing Buck's sticky cum across the lace.
"So fucking hot," Eddie breathed, which made Buck’s hole clench instinctively around him one more time. "The sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. My pretty, beautiful boy, ruined just for me."
Just then, Eddie’s thrusts became short and incredibly fast, his hips jerking upward with so much force it made Buck’s eyes roll back to his skull again.
"Eddie—"
"I'm right here.”
With one final, deep thrust that felt like it reached all the way to Buck's heart, Eddie let out a guttural groan. He spilled into Buck with thick and hot pulses of cum, his release filling Buck up and stretching him one last time as Eddie emptied himself completely.
Eddie’s forehead dropped onto Buck’s shoulder, his breath coming in panicked gasps. His arms just wrapped tighter around Buck’s torso like a vice, and that was the first time Buck was able to take a deep, calming breath again.
“We’re going shopping tomorrow,” Eddie’s muffled voice suddenly rang out, and despite still being breathless, Buck couldn’t help but let out a chuckle.
“Okay,” he heaved, smiling as he remembered the plug with the red crystal in his drawer. The one he’d love to use to keep Eddie’s load inside him right now.