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“What are we doing here?” Eddie asks as they enter Buck’s loft, barely managing to utter the words before his back is pressed flush against the front door, his boyfriend pinning him against it and devouring his mouth like he didn’t kiss him a minute ago.
Buck’s tongue insistently presses at the seam of Eddie’s lips and he eagerly opens up for him, kissing him back with the same intensity, hands curling around Buck’s waist as Buck tilts his head to change the angle. It’s not gentle, it’s languid and a little dirty, all teeth and tongue and urgence, so Eddie takes the hint and shoves Buck back, pinning him against the nearest wall, their position reversed now as he latches his lips to his neck, sucking and licking and biting at the soft, sensitive skin there.
Buck moans and cards a hand through Eddie’s hair. “This– this loft has never— ah, never been home to me,” he manages, closing his eyes as Eddie sucks a mark above his collarbone, soothing it with his tongue. “Four walls and nice furniture are not a home, not to me. You’re– you’re my home, you and Chris and the family we built together. This– ah, this place only felt like home when Christopher’s laughter bounced between this walls, when Jee called me uncle Buck for the first time while I was babysitting her here in my house, when you glanced at me and said there’s nobody in this world I trust with my son more than you, when you and I drank a beer in the kitchen and my heart was screaming you fucking love this man but I couldn’t hear it because I wasn’t ready.” He cups Eddie’s face, tilting it up so he can look into his big brown eyes. “I have bad and good memories in this loft and I’m ready to say goodbye but I want to spend the last night here with you, kissing you in every corner of this place and then give the keys back to the landlord tomorrow morning, leaving this place with your hand in mine, ready to start the future with you and Chris in our home. That’s what we’re doing here, I want to leave this place with a great memory, you and I all alone here, kissing and making out and–”
“You want me to fuck you here to say goodbye to this place?” Eddie smirks and rolls his hips, Buck’s cock already so hard.
“Yeah,” he confirms with a nod, his fingers playing with Eddie’s ear.
“It’s such a romantic thing, you sap,” Eddie jokes, kissing him softly. “You’re my home too, baby, and I’m glad your great memories in this place are related to the people who love you. This place meant a lot to you but it never really felt like home and I want you to move out of here with a good memory, I’m gonna take care of you.”
“You always do, Eds,” Buck murmurs, smiling against his lips. “Kiss me.”
Eddie complies, sliding his tongue across Buck’s, his hands roaming all over his body, slipping beneath the hem of his shirt and meeting smooth, warm skin and planes of muscles.
He kisses him and kisses him and kisses him, getting lost in the sparkle of joy and lust that explodes beneath his sternum and expands everywhere, filling his lungs and veins and bones. It’s intoxicating, a dance he never wants to stop. He does stop it, eventually, just to get rid of Buck’s shirt and expose more skin to graze.
It’s Buck’s turn to reverse positions now, so he push them off of the wall and walks backwards, dragging Eddie with him until his back hits the kitchen island and he can hoist himself up on the counter, spreading his legs so Eddie can claim his usual spot between them, wasting no time in kneading his thighs through the fabric of his jeans.
The kitchen - and the rest of the loft - it’s practically empty, just furniture and the bike hung on the wall. It doesn’t even seem like Buck's loft anymore because there are no traces of him or his life scattered here and there anymore but as Eddie kisses his boyfriend, he can remember everything they did between those four walls. All the meals Buck cooked for him and Christopher, all the movie or pizza or video games nights on the couch, all the late-night talks in front of a cold beer. They always spent more time at Eddie’s house but sometimes they hang out at Buck’s and Eddie remembers everything now but especially that moment Buck mentioned, the one after the tsunami, the one where he handed Buck his heart, knowing that he’d take care of it with gentle, loving hands. He was right, Buck still holds his heart in his hands and keeps cradling it, mending it every day more.
“I love you,” Eddie murmurs in the small space between their lips, cupping his cheek, his thumb pressed to the corner of his mouth.
Buck struggles to get rid of Eddie’s henley, his fingers already trembling with anticipation. “I love you, too,” he says, bumping their noses together.
Eddie takes pity on him and pulls back to take off his shirt, discarding it on the floor. He smirks then, toying with the button and zipper of Buck’s jeans for a while, teasing him because he absolutely loves when Buck gets impatient and fucking whines.
“Come on, baby,” he rolls his eyes, lifting his hips. “Take them off, now.”
“So impatient,” Eddie teases, finally unfastening the button as he licks a stripe along the vein on Buck’s neck, nipping at his pulse point. He keeps playing with the zipper, moving it up and down, his fingers grazing Buck’s cock. “So fucking hot.”
“Eddie,” he whines, a needy moan slipping from his parted lips.
“What?” he teases again, his fingers lowering the zipper slowly. Buck’s breath hitches when he palms him through the boxers and he moans again and again, needy and oh-so wrecked already. “God, you’re going to be the death of me,” he curses, shoving his tongue into his mouth as he tugs him on his feet, jeans ending in a puddle on the floor, next to Buck’s socks and shoes and Eddie’s henley.
Buck’s nimble fingers are quick as they unfasten Eddie’s jeans, another guttural moan escaping Buck’s mouth as Eddie grows even harder now that they’re both almost-naked, only their boxers between them. The friction is not quite enough, it’s never enough because Buck always wants more, more, more. He can have it though, because he’s officially moving in with Eddie tomorrow and his stuff are already scattered in their house, his clothes in their shared closet, his books in a bookshelf Eddie bought for him only, his kitchen utensils in the cabinets of their kitchen, his expensive curly-hair shampoo and conditioner in the bathroom cabinet next to Eddie’s and Christopher’s. A new chapter of his life is about to start and he’s so happy he might cry right then and there, while Eddie kisses him like his lips are the oxygen that keeps him alive and his fingers play with the waistband of his boxers.
He doesn’t have time to get emotional though, not when Eddie spins him around and sneaks an arm around his waist to hold him close as he mouths at his neck, one of his hands roaming across his torso. He plays with one of his nipples, rolling it between his fingertips and tapping the little, sensitive nubs while he nuzzles at his shoulder, sucking another mark behind his neck. His other hand moves down, poking at his navel and carding through the curly, blonde hair leading to his groin.
“Look at you,” he praises, thumbing at the slit, fingertips grazing his length teasingly. He loves how wet Buck gets, loves to know he’s the one who can make him like this, wrecked and desperate and so fucking hard.
He loses it and bends him over the counter, plastering against his back, lips and fingers grazing his body like he’s the most precious thing in the universe. Eddie swirls his tongue behind his ear and nips at his lobe, his hands sliding up and down between his sides and ribs, holding him, soothing him while he takes him apart. The kisses he presses along the curve of his shoulder and down his spine are gentle at first, featherlight and shallow, then turn deeper and open-mouthed, tongue poking out when he reaches the dimples of Venus at the small of his back. Buck arches into his touch, his skin on fire as Eddie worships him, pressing his lips everywhere he can reach as his hands leave imaginary handprints all over him.
He can feel Eddie’s hard cock against his ass and can’t help but press back, craving some friction, craving more, more, more.
“Eddie,” he hisses when he curves his hands around his hips, keeping him still, his thumbs sliding beneath the waistband of his boxer, teasingly tugging it down. “Eds.”
“I’m gonna take my time with you, baby,” he warns, squeezing his sides. “You have to be patient, I promise I’m gonna take care of you.”
“I know but can you do it now?” he asks, voice hoarse as he turns his head to look at him. His eyes glisten in the dim light of the kitchen, they’re as blue as the ocean but they look transparent now, clouded with desire. “Please.”
Eddie shakes his head but tugs his boxers down and kneels to help him out of them. He kisses his shin, the back of his knees and thighs, the curve between his ass and thigh, his cheeks. He noses at the soft, blonde hair covering his skin, noses at the goosebumps he puts there, kneads the flesh and nips at his muscles, relishing in the needy sounds leaving Buck’s mouth. He holds him open, slowly licking a stripe between his cheeks and up the curve of his spine, following its divots and curves until he reaches his nape and buries his nose there, breathing him in.
“You’re gorgeous,” he murmurs, plastering on his back, hands roaming up and down his sides again and again so he can burn the map of his skin beneath his palms.
“You are,” he replies, arching against him and moaning when Eddie’s clothed cock slides between his cheeks. He grabs the edge of the counter so hard his knuckles go white. “The lube’s in the back pocket of my jeans, please baby. Please.”
“Even more gorgeous when you beg,” he teases, playfully slapping his ass as Buck turns his head, asking for a kiss that Eddie eagerly concedes, sucking on his tongue.
“Lube,” Buck urges him, biting on his lip. “Now.”
“So impatient,” Eddie teases but kneels to grab the familiar silver packet.
Truth is, he loves teasing his boyfriend and taking his time with him but he’s gloriously naked and bended on the counter, the tantalizing curve of his ass on full display, his legs spread enough to catch a glimpse of his hole and he feels his cock throb into his pants at the filthy sight before him.
He can’t resist the urge to kneel and press his face to Buck’s ass, the packet of lube forgotten on the floor as he holds him open and flicks his tongue around his hole, internally smirking when his boyfriend cries out and presses back against him. He happily complies, pressing his mouth as close as he possibly can to his rim, licking and sucking until it’s a slick mess and he’s fucking drooling. He flattens his tongue and pokes, pokes until his muscles are relaxed enough to let him in.
“Holy fuck,” Buck moans, pressing his ass to Eddie’s face, his stubble scratching against his sensitive skin but it’s so, so perfect. Intoxicating even. “Oh fuck, Eddie!”
Eddie kneads the flesh of his cheeks and his tongue is so deep into him he feels dizzy with it, feels like he’s floating as Buck moans and moans and moans, variations of curses and his name and praises. He’s sure he could come in his pants like this, untouched as he eats Buck out, half of his face buried between his cheeks.
“More, baby, more,” Buck chants, arching and squirming. “Please.”
Eddie loses it and hardens his tongue, licking around and into him greedily, humming as one of his hands moves down to play with Buck’s balls while the other blindly reaches for the packet of lube. He pulls back and opens it with his teeth, pouring some onto his fingers even if Buck’s rim is already slick.
“You have no idea how pretty you look like this, Buck,” he praises as he watches one of his fingers slowly disappearing into him, then two. He slips them in and out slowly, teasing him a bit, placing kisses across his cheeks and thighs as he works him open, scissoring and curving his fingers. “So pretty.”
“Baby please,” Buck whimpers, rolling down onto Eddie’s fingers until they press against his prostate and the moans he exhales bounces between the walls, echoing in the empty loft.
Eddie’s eyes fall to the drops of pre-cum leaking from Buck’s flushed, rock-hard cock.
God, he’s going to implode.
He adds a third finger and dives back in, keeping his fingers buried into him as he licks around his hole just because he loves it, loves it so fucking much but Buck’s close and he doesn’t want him to come like this so he pulls back and soothes him with sloppy kisses to the back of his thighs, his sides, the small of his back, his neck, his birthmark. A casual path of lazy kisses until Buck turns his head but the angle is weird so Eddie stands and Buck turns so he can face Eddie and grab his face to kiss him ferociously, tasting himself on his tongue. It should probably be disgusting but somehow it isn't. It never is.
Buck's hand travels down Eddie's torso, grazing miles and miles of tanned skin until it slips into his boxers, curling around his cock.
He strokes him a few times, thumbing at the slit to gather some pre-cum to ease the way and drive him insane. He swallows Eddie's next moan and blindly walks him backwards to the infamous armchair in the middle of his living room. It's a good thing the loft is empty, no risk of tripping into moving boxes or extra furniture.
"Buck–" Eddie manages between kisses but Buck shoves him back and he lands on the armchair, his boyfriend shouldering his legs open and mouthing at his inner thighs so he forgets everything else but him. "Fuck."
"Not this time," Buck jokes and licks a stripe on the underside of his cock, following a thin vein with the tip of his tongue. He laps at the head, tasting pre-cum and humming as he swallows him down, earning a guttural groan from him. Eddie's hand is gentle on his head, not pushing, not guiding just… soothing, grounding, loving. He loves how Eddie's fingers card through his curls, not just when they're like this but always, when they lay in bed and Eddie's touch lulls him to sleep, when he playfully ruffles his hair to annoy him, when right after the shower his curls are still a little damp and Eddie wants to help him style them. He's something he's always liked but with Eddie, everything is better because he's not a talker - he's getting better with communication and they are doing great but he still prefers actions - and so he pours his love into every gesture and Buck feels overwhelmed in a good way.
He bobs his head up and down a few times, his eyes fixed on Eddie's as he glances at him through his eyelashes, swallowing around him once, twice and–
"Shit, you're so– fuck, so good baby," he moans and praises, the wet sound of Buck's mouth around him filling the quiet living room in the best way. His hips stutter and he pushes his cock deeper into Buck's mouth, sinking into the warmth. "So fucking good."
Buck hums, the praises sinking into his core as boiled lava that fills every empty corner inside of him. He doubles his efforts and swallows, sloppy and lazy so he doesn't push him over the edge because he really, really wants Eddie to come inside of him.
"Fuck, baby, I'm so– stop, stop," Eddie squirms beneath his hands, sinking into his mouth for a couple of times then tightening the grip into his hair to tug him off. "Stop, fuck, so good, oh my god."
Buck chuckles, releasing him with an exaggerated pop. His cock is flushed and slick with saliva and pre-cum, Buck's in awe and can't help but take it into his hand and tap the head against his lips and tongue, staring into Eddie's wide eyes.
It's filthy and hot and his own cock throbs between his legs as a bead of pre-cum slides across his bottom lip and down his chin, Eddie's moan so needy Buck's sure it's audible even from the last floor.
He swipes his tongue around the head one last time, then straddles him and pants into his mouth, stealing a lazy, heated kiss.
Eddie's hands find his waist immediately, their bodies slotting together as they make out for a while, until their cocks slide together and Buck groans, arching his back and exposing the column of his throat as his head falls back in pleasure.
Eddie latches his mouth to his neck, licking and sucking the thin skin there, his veins a path he's always willing to follow as Buck's squirms, rolling his hips frantically.
"Bedroom," Buck moans, lacing his arms behind Eddie's neck.
"Uh, you want me to carry you upstairs?" He teases from where he's sucking his collarbone. "You lazy."
"You're– ah, you're bulking," he says, one of his hands sliding up and down his arm. "It would be a real bummer not to use these muscles," he smirks, squeezing his bicep.
His cock betrays him, throbbing against Eddie's stomach.
"Shit, this really gets you going uh?" Eddie teases and without warning lifts him up, carrying him across the living room - making a beeline to the kitchen to grab the discarded packet of lube from the counter - and up the stairs, Buck's gulp of surprise bouncing between the walls and landing on Eddie's parted lips.
"Fuck, yeah," Buck praises. He definitely has a thing with Eddie lifting him up and carrying him effortlessly. He loves his boyfriend's muscles, loves when they workout together, loves to see that Eddie can manhandle him like this. "You're– fuck, it's so hot."
Eddie smirks and shoves him against the nearest wall once they're in the bedroom, devouring his mouth greedily, sucking on his tongue and biting at his top lip. He can tell Buck is impatient and he stops him when he tries to push him back and towards the bed.
"Come on, baby," Buck whines, squirming again. "Bed, now."
"Mh, not tonight," Eddie replies, eyes wide and glistening. His stomach clenches with anticipation. "Someone suggested we should try wall sex and I agree, I want to fuck you right here. Against this wall."
Buck utters a string of filthy sound and curses, arching into him and dragging him into a dirty, messy kiss. "Yeah, fuck baby, yeah." He steals the packet from Eddie's hand and coats his cock with lube, stroking him slowly as Eddie nips at his pulse point.
He swears his heart is beating so fast it threatens to tear his ribcage apart and slide out, collapsing onto the floor.
Eddie maneuvers them to find a comfortable position and steadies them, one hand burning like a brand on the outside of Buck's thigh, the other on his cock to guide it to his rim. He teases him, prodding at his hole but not pushing inside, drinking in his moans and shivers, then caves when Buck tightens the grip around his waist and finally slides home, where he belongs.
The head is barely inside but it's already so fucking good, Buck's walls stretching around him to cradle his cock into the warmth. The angle is perfect, it allows him to slide all the way in smoothly and Buck likes it too, if the way he moans is anything to go by.
"Holy fuck," Buck exhales loudly, fingers scratching between Eddie's shoulder blades. He can feel Eddie everywhere, his cock is buried deep inside of him, pressing against all the sensitive spots and setting his whole body on fire. "So fucking good, oh my God."
It's not so comfortable and their muscles are going to ache tomorrow but it's worth it.
Eddie slides out and pushes back in, his other hand now gripping Buck's other thigh to hold him up. His muscles strain beneath his palms and oh god, does he like it.
The room fills with dirty sounds and Eddie drinks them all in: the filthy slap of their skins together when his hips hit the back of Buck's thighs, the needy moans escaping their mouths, Buck's back hitting the wall with every thrust. It's intoxicating and he wants to get drunk like this every day.
"Is– oh fuck, is your leg okay?" He asks, thrusting into him a little harder, a little deeper, the tip of his cock stroking against his prostate until Buck cries out.
"Yeah," Buck assures, smiling because of course his caring, loving boyfriend wants to make sure he's fine. "Yeah baby, don't worry."
Eddie smiles back and kisses him tenderly and it's always surprising how they manage to be this soft even while they're fucking against a wall. It drives Eddie insane actually.
His hips stutter when Buck clenches his muscles around him and one of his hands slips from the tight grip on his thigh. He hits Buck's prostate and Buck cries out, head falling back as he loses his balance, one of his legs faltering and falling down so he lands on one foot, scrambling to grip Eddie's arm.
It happens quickly, a mess of limbs and grabbing hands as they try not to fall on the floor, Eddie managing to steady himself with one hand on the wall, the other holding Buck up. He snorts, hiding his laughter in the crook of Buck's neck as Buck giggles, his chest rumbling against Eddie's.
Buck's eyes find Eddie's and they laugh together, Eddie's cock barely inside him now, Buck's nestled between their stomachs.
Eddie kisses his smile away and kneads the thigh still curled around his hips, slamming into him again, the new angle still good and perfect to hit his prostate with every thrust.
Buck's fingernails scratch Eddie's back as he sucks a hickey below Eddie's collarbone, soothing it with his tongue.
"Shit, Eds," he curses, meeting his thrust as he digs his heel into the small of Eddie's back, tightening his grip. He kisses him then, still soft but way sloppier now that they're getting close. "Wait, baby, my leg," he says, cradling Eddie's face between his palms.
His bad leg is straining to hold him up, the angle is weird and he's trembling with pleasure, everything is amplified and way more intense now.
"Wanna move to the bed?" Eddie asks, kissing the tip of his nose, stopping his movements so he's now buried all the way into him. Buck's muscle clenches and he can't swallow back his moan.
"No, no, just– just lift me up again, both legs," he says and they rearrange their bodies easily, this time both of Buck's legs up and hooked on Eddie's forearms to try another angle. It works, because Eddie now has more leverage and he can thrust deeper, taking Buck apart.
"Fuck," Buck curses and Eddie swallows his grunts, licking into his mouth as their hips frantically meet in dirty, sloppy thrusts.
Buck's cock bounces between their stomach, smearing stripes of pre-cum everywhere.
Every time a bead lands on Eddie's stomach he feels his cock pulsing from where it's buried into him. His hips stutter as he chases his pleasure, Buck's fingers digging into the flesh of his back and arms, burning against his skin. He's so close, so fucking close–
"Yeah, baby," Buck urges him, "Yeah, just like this. Come on, Eds. Come inside me."
Eddie comes with Buck's name on lips, his head nestled in the crook of his neck as he keeps grinding into him, painting his walls with his warm release. It's intoxicating and he feels like floating, barely managing to hold them both up as he rides the high.
"So fucking good, yeah, keep going," Buck babbles, voice hoarse as he gets closer and closer. "Come on, make me come like this, baby, come on."
Eddie loses his mind, he can't touch him if he wants them not to trip and fall, so he keeps grinding and grinding, burying his cock even deeper, stroking his prostate as he gets closer, Buck's cock trapped between them.
"Come on Buck, come for me," he soothes, his hands moving to Buck's ass to help him grind. "Come for me, baby."
It's all Buck needs to trip and fall over the edge, white ribbons painting the expanse of both their stomachs, some beads hitting Eddie's pecs. The sight is fucking filthy, Eddie holding him up, face flushed as he still breathes heavily after his orgasm, eyes blown wide, a hickey in full display on his collarbone, pecs and stomach marked by Buck’s release. So fucking filthy that Buck wishes he could come a second time just staring at his boyfriend like this.
“I love you,” Eddie says, pecking his lips gently as he pulls out, helping him on his feet again.
He already misses him and it’s weird - absurd, embarrassing - because Buck’s right there but it’s always like this, he can’t bear the distance and he scatters kisses everywhere on his skin, starting from his face and sliding down his chest, down his stomach until he kneels and licks his softening cock clean, swallowing eagerly as his eyes pierces through Buck’s.
Buck spreads his legs a little and Eddie’s glance falls to the white ribbons leaking from his ass and down his inner thigh, staining his pale skin. His cock makes a valiant effort to fill up again at the sight but unfortunately he’s in thirties so the only thing he can do is look at his boyfriend and beg him to turn around. Buck does easily and presses his hands to the wall as Eddie kneads the small of his back, his sides, his ass. His back is a little reddened from the friction against the wall but he looks fine, no scratches or bruises.
He holds him open and stares in awe at his pink, slick hole, stretched by his cock as his own cum keeps leaking from it. It’s one of the filthiest views he has ever had in his whole life and he can’t help but dive in, swiping his tongue around his rim and licking it clean, keeping it slow and shallow to not overstimulate him. He pushes inside carefully, his walls are still throbbing and clenching as Buck moans and squirms. He pulls out and flattens his tongue, waiting for the next beads to leak and land on its surface. It happens and he moans as he swallows, glancing up as he realizes Buck has been staring at him the whole time.
“Jesus Christ, Eddie,” he praises, arching into him. “Holy fuck, look at you. So desperate, so fucking excited to see me like this. You’re so proud of yourself, aren’t you? You filled me up and now you like to see the evidence of what you’ve done to me.”
Eddie whines as he gropes his ass. “Yeah, I like it,” he admits, biting his cheek playfully as he blushes. “You’re fucking perfect. You always are.”
“Come here and kiss me,” Buck asks as he turns, helping him up. “I love you,” he murmurs on his lips, the kiss soft and gentle as he walks him back toward the bed. He pushes him so he lands on his back and waits until Eddie leans against the pillows to climb on the bed beside him, nuzzling into his side.
“I love you,” Eddie whispers, holding him close, one hand carding through his curls as Buck noses at his neck, tickling him slightly. “What a nice way to say goodbye to your loft, uh?”
Buck chuckles, slotting one leg between Eddie’s. “Yeah, I had a wonderful idea.”
“Two wonderful ideas,” Eddie corrects him, fingertips grazing Buck’s back in soothing circles as he lifts his head up with the other hand, claiming another kiss. “Our muscles are gonna ache so badly in a few hours but holy shit, I wanna do this again.”
“Me too, baby,” Buck states, closing his eyes. He nestles his forehead into the hollow of Eddie’s neck, blindly reaching for his hand to lace their fingers together. His stomach is sticky and they definitely need a shower but for now, he wants to stay here, into his boyfriend’s arms, relishing in his scent and his warmth as he thinks that yeah, he’s gonna leave this place with a baggage of wonderful memories. .