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Second Edit: Just a reminder to be careful to write out "omegaverse" or "alpha/beta/omega" instead of using the letter abbreviations, as it's a very nasty slur in some parts of the world.

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Buck licks his lips. His eyes track over Eddie, lingering on his crotch, and Eddie almost jerks his hands up instinctively to cover himself. Finally, Buck nods. "Yeah. If you want."

Eddie swallows. "Okay."

"Okay," Buck breathes. "You got lube?"

Christ, okay. Eddie nods, cheeks flaming, and fishes it out from between the couch cushions to hand it to Buck. Their hands touch briefly, and it feels like an electric shock. Eddie twitches. Then they just stare at each other for a second. Moans in the background like a soundtrack. Eddie feels frozen for an agonizing moment.

"This works better if you take your pants off," Buck says, and that breaks it, somehow. Eddie laughs, breathless, and shoves at the waistband of his sweatpants, tugging them and his underwear down. Almost as an afterthought, he pulls his shirt off, too, sprawls back naked against the couch.

"Jesus," Buck breathes. It sounds reverent, almost. His hands hover, like he's going to touch Eddie, and Eddie spreads his legs a little, his face hot. He has no idea what he's doing, but the way Buck is looking at him right now—it's a lot.

"Well?" he asks, with a cockiness he doesn't completely feel. "You were gonna show me, right?"

"Give me a second, I'm appreciating the view," Buck says.

"The view would like some more hands-on appreciation," he says, and Buck laughs, sounding startled, and slides off the couch to settle on his knees between Eddie's spread thighs. He leans down to the side to pick up Eddie's discarded t-shirt and tucks it under his ass, his warm hands like an electric thrill.

"Don't wanna get lube on the couch," he says.

Eddie snorts, and almost says something like, oh, i see, but my shirt, that's okay, but then Buck's hands are sliding up the inside of his thighs and what comes out instead is a strangled little gasp.

"You're really sensitive," Buck observes, like it's not obvious, like Eddie isn't achingly hard and obvious right in front of him just from this. It's not really a question, so Eddie doesn't answer, just tilts his head back and breathes as Buck's thumbs settle in the creases of his groin, massaging gently. Nobody has ever touched him like this. Buck's barely even doing anything and he still feels like he's losing his mind.

There's the snick of a cap opening, the obscene squelch of lube, which makes Eddie laugh breathlessly. Buck chuckles too, low, and then his fingers are back, cool and slippery this time.

He takes his time about it. Slides his slippery fingers between Eddie's asscheeks but doesn't press in, not really, just lingers there. Maybe Eddie really is sensitive, or maybe he just never really understood how many nerve endings were there. Buck's warm finger lingers over his hole, slipping in just a little bit, and Eddie's hips twitch. And then it's gone. Buck's palm cups his balls, his knuckles pressed to Eddie's taint. He hasn't touched his cock at all, and that feels—there's a newness to this, being touched like this. Eddie's whole body feels electric.

"Buck," he pleads, ragged already.

"Shh," Buck murmurs. He presses one big hand to the inside of Eddie's thigh, spreading him open even more, and Eddie imagines the sight he must make, naked and desperate, legs spread for Buck to fit between them, and his cock jumps, a blurt of precome rolling down the shaft. Buck gathers it up at the base with his thumb, smearing it, then slides his fingers back.

He starts with one, a slow, careful press, and it feels weird, the intrusion, and it makes Eddie gasp, shaking, as Buck sinks a finger into him, agonizingly slow. Even just that feels like a lot, and then Buck crooks his finger and there's a bloom of something amazing, something that makes Eddie let out a noise he didn't even know he was capable of making.

"There, see?" Buck murmurs. He sounds both amused and awed, and Eddie can only gasp working his hips against it, trying to chase that sensation.

"More," he gasps. "Buck, please."

"God, you're so—" Buck breaks off, slides his finger out. There's another cold blurt of lube, directly on Eddie's hole this time, which makes him jerk and shudder, and then two thick fingers slide into him, and Eddie has to grip at anything he can reach—the couch cushion, his own hair—for mooring.

"Please," he gasps. "Fuck, please, please."

"You really like this," Buck breathes, pushing his fingers deeper, finding that spot again and then just lingering there, tiny incremental movements that are going to drive Eddie insane, probably. Buck's got his thumb tucked under Eddie's balls and his other hand still holding his thigh open, just like in the video, so Eddie can imagine what this looks like, what he looks like, falling apart under Buck's hands.

"Yeah," he breathes. "Yeah."

"I knew you would. I knew—" Buck breaks off. His fingers slide in, then out, a slippery drag that makes Eddie squirm. Then they slide out entirely and he feels so empty. "Can you take another one?"

"Uh huh," he breathes. Fuck. Buck could ask to put his whole hand inside him right now and he thinks he'd agree to it.

"Fuck, okay," Buck says. And then, "Give me your hand."

Eddie holds it out, blindly. Buck squirts lube into his palm. "I—"

"Touch yourself," Buck says, a low, eager rasp in his voice, and Eddie obeys immediately, gets his hand around his stiff, aching cock and moans loudly when Buck presses back in.

Three fingers this time, a stretch that he can feel, a burning ache that almost hurts, that feels so fucking good. He feels so full. He feels so needy, desperate, with three of Buck's thick fingers stuffed in his ass, with Buck's hand holding him open, his own hand moving frantically on his cock. Buck sets up a rhythm that's slower, inexorable, no matter how Eddie shoves back into it, trying to fuck himself onto Buck's fingers.

"So good, look at you, Eddie, you're taking it so good, does it feel good?"

"Yeah," Eddie pants—whines, voice ruined, trembling, "yeah, it's so good, it's so, fuck, please—"

Buck makes a swallowed noise at that, presses deeper, and then just holds there, holds Eddie open, stretched around his fingers, thumb making small movements around the base of his fingers, like he could press that inside too. Eddie clenches around him, gasps, hips moving: pushing his cock up into the tight circle of his fist, feeling the slick drag of Buck's fingers; rocking back down to take them even deeper. He's being loud, he knows, helpless moans spilling out of his mouth, and then Buck shifts slightly, pressing in, in, and that winding tension breaks all of a sudden. Eddie cries out brokenly, hips jerking, as he comes harder than he ever has in his life.

Buck works him through it, holds that line of too much, too much, draws Eddie's orgasm out until he feels shredded and new. When he comes back down from it, trembling, Buck's sliding his fingers out, fumbling with his own pants.

Eddie's limbs still feel like cooked spaghetti, but he manages to fold himself upright enough to see—fuck—Buck's on his knees with his jeans open, the slippery fingers he just had inside Eddie wrapped around his cock as he jerks himself off quick and hard.

"Fuck," Eddie breathes, and Buck looks up at him, looking completely undone for the first time since this started, and so Eddie pitches forward almost without thinking to kiss him.

Buck gasps against his mouth, sounding shocked. And then his free hand is grabbing at Eddie: his shoulder, his hair, the back of his neck, holding him close while Buck pants into his mouth and lets out a low, shuddery moan as he comes.

For a moment, they just breathe, faces still pressed together. Then Buck tilts forward and kisses him again, quick and careful. Eddie kisses him back. Takes another breath. Realizes distantly that the video is still playing, which seems abruptly hilarious.

Buck must notice at the same time, because he dissolves into giggles all at once, fumbles a hand back to slap the laptop shut. And then Eddie's laughing, too, dropping his head onto Buck's shoulder and laughing so hard he can barely breathe.

"So that was, um," Buck says, once he finally manages to calm down a little.

"Yeah," Eddie says. He snorts out another deeply undignified little laugh, then lifts his head.

"Uh, one time thing?" Buck asks.

"Do you want it to be?" Eddie asks. He's aware, suddenly, of how very naked and sticky he is.

"I mean, no, but—"

"Good," Eddie cuts him off. "Me neither."

The smile that blooms on Buck's face is so beautiful that Eddie wants to kiss it, and then he realizes abruptly that he can, so he does. Buck kisses him back, so sweetly.

"Besides," Eddie says, when they break apart. "We never did get around to that blowjob thing."

"Oh, okay, I see how it is," Buck laughs, and he pulls Eddie back in.

this is so giggly and sweet and delightful. buck's chill enthusiasm and eddie's keyed up naiveté are just a wonderful mix here.

but now i'm sure buck has so many questions, like, has eddie been keeping lube in the sofa this WHOLE TIME?

omg this is so like them, getting into situations. wow.
and it's so fucking hot. ku-fucking-dos, it's really amazing

Yaaaaaay

I love the way they banter through the build up, so comfortable with each other that it stops seeming strange they could slip into this.

Omfg this was my prompt and omfg!!!! Everything I wanted and more??? I am incoherent with joy! Ahhhh. If you add this to AO3 I will bookmark this so fast!

MARVELOUS!!!!!!!!!!! This is so fucking hot!!!! What a delightful read!

I’m obsessed with this! Soooooo good!

Eddie recognizing that they are just like that is hilarious and perfect.

delightful!

This is now posted on the AO3 collection :D

https://archiveofourown.org/works/66556135

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