Buck’s cock is hot and hard and huge under him, and Eddie’s nearly sobbing with how bad he wants it. Still, Buck’s reaching back with a hand first, prodding a few fingers at his hole like he doesn’t know that Eddie’s already soaking wet and more ready than he’s ever felt. He was licking the evidence off of Eddie’s thighs for fuck’s sake.
But Buck is adamant, his grip iron as he holds Eddie at bay, pressing into him and stretching his fingers wide. It’s not quite enough, but it’s something. “Don’t wanna hurt you.” Buck whispers against Eddie’s collarbone. “Want to make you feel good.”
There’s nothing Eddie’s ever been more sure of. The sky is blue, he loves Christopher more than life, and Evan Buckley will always have his back. Eddie just wishes he’d do it a little more quickly. He whines, nuzzles closer, rocks his hips back on Buck’s thick fingers.
“Shh, alright, alright, I got you, I got you.” Buck massages the back of Eddie’s neck, pulling his fingers free and easing Eddie up enough to line them up. “Ready?”
Eddie nods, the movement dragging his nose across Buck’s neck. Buck pushes in, a smooth slide, and Eddie keens at the stretch, fingers scrambling at Buck’s back and leaving pretty red lines in their wake. Buck gives him a second, and Eddie’s startled to find that he really needs it, breath stuttering as he takes his first alpha in years. Even with how wet he is, how desperate he feels, Buck’s cock is stretching him to his limit.
“Jesus Christ.” He curses, “So fuckin’ big.”
Buck purrs, his alpha evidently pleased to hear that, but there’s still a flicker of concern on his face as he pulls back enough to see Eddie’s face. “Hurts?”
“Don’t stop.” Eddie gasps, circling his hips. “S’perfect. So full. Finally.” His nails dig sharply into Buck’s shoulder blades and he hopes Buck doesn’t clock that he didn’t really answer the question.
It can hurt a little. Eddie might even prefer that. He’s never taken anyone this big, and it keeps his hindbrain in the moment, the pain a reminder that this is Buck. It silences the spike of anxiety he’s always gotten once the euphoria of being filled ebbs.
Buck wraps both arms around his waist, holding him tight enough for leverage and rocking up into him experimentally. And it feels… god, it feels good. It’s still messy, still undignified, but this time– Eddie sighs, relaxing in Buck’s arms and grinding down into his thrusts.
“There you go, doing so good, just relax.” Buck says, brushing a kiss over his ear.
Eddie freezes with Buck’s lips still pressed to his skin. That’s– he wanted– and Buck– He pulls back enough to search his face, but everything is so hazy he can’t read anything except what’s always there: Buck’s earnest want, his bottomless desire to please. “Sor–” he starts, but Eddie’s on him before he can get through an apology.
Buck comes alive underneath him, single minded, wet, and messy. Everything narrows down to the slick slide of tongue, the faint taste of toothpaste and hint of cinnamon that Eddie’s fairly certain has more to do with omega senses than any normal ones, the way Buck’s lips are just a little chapped.
Their kiss devolves into more tongue and panting than actual kiss as Buck speeds up and Eddie meets him thrust for thrust. He presses a palm to Eddie’s lower back so his cock rubs up against Buck’s stomach, sweat and a little precome slicking the way. Eddie’s mouth drops open, sucking in breath as Buck drops kisses down his neck, nosing at his scent glands and pointedly ignoring the spot where a mating bite will— would. Would go.
He doesn’t– he wants to come, of course. Wants Buck’s knot and his orgasm, too. But it’s different, somehow. He doesn’t want it so it’ll be over. He just– wants.
Eddie wants. He wants and it’s suddenly not enough, this deep but slow, grinding fuck. He wants it hard and rough and he wants Buck growling and purring under him and filling him up. “More,” he shoves himself down on Buck’s cock as hard as he can. “More, alpha, give it to me.”
Buck damn near roars with it, somehow getting his legs underneath him and standing with Eddie in his arms, not slipping out of him for a second. It’s easily the hottest thing Eddie’s ever experienced, which is weird in itself, because he can count on one hand the number of times he’s ever truly found something hot in the way that he wanted to fuck about it.
Buck pins him against the wall, his grip tight on Eddie’s thigh, the other hand protecting the back of his head as he pounds into him. His pace is relentless, Eddie’s omega reduced to a whining, whimpering mess inside him, no longer clawing, just filled and held. It’s– Eddie can’t even put a name to it. It’s not like anything he’s ever felt before. He just wants–
“Come on, Eds, you can come for me, go on honey, let me feel you.”
Eddie’s body obeys on command, making a mess of their stomachs as he throws his head back on a moan of Buck’s name. It sets Buck the fuck off, babbling as his pace speeds up. “Yes, baby that’s it, look so pretty when you come, can’t believe you’re letting me see it. Gonna knot you. Gonna make you feel so good.”
“Yeah,” Eddie’s saying, sounding foreign and far away to his own ears. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
“Gonna let me suck your cock?” Buck barrels on, “let me eat you out until you’re all sloppy and begging for it?”
Eddie’s never been eaten out before, but if Buck can make him feel like this on his cock, maybe Eddie should let him try. His cunt clenches at the idea, slick pouring out of him and down Buck’s cock. “Jesus, whatever you want, m’all yours, fuck.”
And that does it for Buck, slamming up into Eddie once, twice more and then he’s coming, swearing a blue streak as his knot starts to swell. It replays over and over in Eddie’s head m’all yours, all yours all yours.
He didn’t mean to say it. Didn’t mean to give Buck the wrong idea. It’s just–
“Yes.” Eddie hisses through clenched teeth. “Knot me, knot me, fuck.” He rocks against the knot, letting it tug against his rim and pulling twin groans from both of them. “Thank fucking god, so much better,”
Buck tightens his arms around him, petting at whatever skin he can reach as they catch their breath. He kisses Eddie’s temple, whispers nonsensically in his ear about how good he is, how well he did. Eddie lets himself sag in Buck’s arms, presses his sweaty forehead to Buck’s shoulder and closes his eyes. He’s glad he’s already in Buck’s arms, because there’s no way his legs could hold him right now. Besides, they’ll be tied together for at least a few hours.
“Can I take you to bed now?” Buck murmurs in his ear, somehow still energized enough to sass.
Eddie just nods, makes sure his stubble catches on Buck’s neck to make him shiver, and holds on.
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But Buck is adamant, his grip iron as he holds Eddie at bay, pressing into him and stretching his fingers wide. It’s not quite enough, but it’s something. “Don’t wanna hurt you.” Buck whispers against Eddie’s collarbone. “Want to make you feel good.”
There’s nothing Eddie’s ever been more sure of. The sky is blue, he loves Christopher more than life, and Evan Buckley will always have his back. Eddie just wishes he’d do it a little more quickly. He whines, nuzzles closer, rocks his hips back on Buck’s thick fingers.
“Shh, alright, alright, I got you, I got you.” Buck massages the back of Eddie’s neck, pulling his fingers free and easing Eddie up enough to line them up. “Ready?”
Eddie nods, the movement dragging his nose across Buck’s neck. Buck pushes in, a smooth slide, and Eddie keens at the stretch, fingers scrambling at Buck’s back and leaving pretty red lines in their wake. Buck gives him a second, and Eddie’s startled to find that he really needs it, breath stuttering as he takes his first alpha in years. Even with how wet he is, how desperate he feels, Buck’s cock is stretching him to his limit.
“Jesus Christ.” He curses, “So fuckin’ big.”
Buck purrs, his alpha evidently pleased to hear that, but there’s still a flicker of concern on his face as he pulls back enough to see Eddie’s face. “Hurts?”
“Don’t stop.” Eddie gasps, circling his hips. “S’perfect. So full. Finally.” His nails dig sharply into Buck’s shoulder blades and he hopes Buck doesn’t clock that he didn’t really answer the question.
It can hurt a little. Eddie might even prefer that. He’s never taken anyone this big, and it keeps his hindbrain in the moment, the pain a reminder that this is Buck. It silences the spike of anxiety he’s always gotten once the euphoria of being filled ebbs.
Buck wraps both arms around his waist, holding him tight enough for leverage and rocking up into him experimentally. And it feels… god, it feels good. It’s still messy, still undignified, but this time– Eddie sighs, relaxing in Buck’s arms and grinding down into his thrusts.
“There you go, doing so good, just relax.” Buck says, brushing a kiss over his ear.
Eddie freezes with Buck’s lips still pressed to his skin. That’s– he wanted– and Buck– He pulls back enough to search his face, but everything is so hazy he can’t read anything except what’s always there: Buck’s earnest want, his bottomless desire to please. “Sor–” he starts, but Eddie’s on him before he can get through an apology.
Buck comes alive underneath him, single minded, wet, and messy. Everything narrows down to the slick slide of tongue, the faint taste of toothpaste and hint of cinnamon that Eddie’s fairly certain has more to do with omega senses than any normal ones, the way Buck’s lips are just a little chapped.
Their kiss devolves into more tongue and panting than actual kiss as Buck speeds up and Eddie meets him thrust for thrust. He presses a palm to Eddie’s lower back so his cock rubs up against Buck’s stomach, sweat and a little precome slicking the way. Eddie’s mouth drops open, sucking in breath as Buck drops kisses down his neck, nosing at his scent glands and pointedly ignoring the spot where a mating bite will— would. Would go.
He doesn’t– he wants to come, of course. Wants Buck’s knot and his orgasm, too. But it’s different, somehow. He doesn’t want it so it’ll be over. He just– wants.
Eddie wants. He wants and it’s suddenly not enough, this deep but slow, grinding fuck. He wants it hard and rough and he wants Buck growling and purring under him and filling him up. “More,” he shoves himself down on Buck’s cock as hard as he can. “More, alpha, give it to me.”
Buck damn near roars with it, somehow getting his legs underneath him and standing with Eddie in his arms, not slipping out of him for a second. It’s easily the hottest thing Eddie’s ever experienced, which is weird in itself, because he can count on one hand the number of times he’s ever truly found something hot in the way that he wanted to fuck about it.
Buck pins him against the wall, his grip tight on Eddie’s thigh, the other hand protecting the back of his head as he pounds into him. His pace is relentless, Eddie’s omega reduced to a whining, whimpering mess inside him, no longer clawing, just filled and held. It’s– Eddie can’t even put a name to it. It’s not like anything he’s ever felt before. He just wants–
“Come on, Eds, you can come for me, go on honey, let me feel you.”
Eddie’s body obeys on command, making a mess of their stomachs as he throws his head back on a moan of Buck’s name. It sets Buck the fuck off, babbling as his pace speeds up. “Yes, baby that’s it, look so pretty when you come, can’t believe you’re letting me see it. Gonna knot you. Gonna make you feel so good.”
“Yeah,” Eddie’s saying, sounding foreign and far away to his own ears. “Yeah, yeah, yeah.”
“Gonna let me suck your cock?” Buck barrels on, “let me eat you out until you’re all sloppy and begging for it?”
Eddie’s never been eaten out before, but if Buck can make him feel like this on his cock, maybe Eddie should let him try. His cunt clenches at the idea, slick pouring out of him and down Buck’s cock. “Jesus, whatever you want, m’all yours, fuck.”
And that does it for Buck, slamming up into Eddie once, twice more and then he’s coming, swearing a blue streak as his knot starts to swell. It replays over and over in Eddie’s head m’all yours, all yours all yours.
He didn’t mean to say it. Didn’t mean to give Buck the wrong idea. It’s just–
“Yes.” Eddie hisses through clenched teeth. “Knot me, knot me, fuck.” He rocks against the knot, letting it tug against his rim and pulling twin groans from both of them. “Thank fucking god, so much better,”
Buck tightens his arms around him, petting at whatever skin he can reach as they catch their breath. He kisses Eddie’s temple, whispers nonsensically in his ear about how good he is, how well he did. Eddie lets himself sag in Buck’s arms, presses his sweaty forehead to Buck’s shoulder and closes his eyes. He’s glad he’s already in Buck’s arms, because there’s no way his legs could hold him right now. Besides, they’ll be tied together for at least a few hours.
“Can I take you to bed now?” Buck murmurs in his ear, somehow still energized enough to sass.
Eddie just nods, makes sure his stubble catches on Buck’s neck to make him shiver, and holds on.