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Buck was sprawled across Eddie’s couch like a starfish that had washed ashore and decided to make a career out of moping. His long legs dangled over one armrest, his head hung off the other end, and he was clutching a throw pillow to his chest like it was the last life preserver on the Titanic.
“A week, Eddie,” he groaned, voice dripping with the kind of melodrama that could win an Oscar for Overacting. “Seven days. One hundred sixty-eight hours. Ten thousand eighty minutes. Do you know how many seconds that is?”
Eddie, leaning against the kitchen counter with a beer in hand, didn’t even look up from peeling the label off the bottle. “No, but I’m sure you're going to enlighten me.”
Buck flopped his head back, letting out a wail that could’ve woken half of Los Angeles. “That’s not the point! The point is you’re leaving me, Eddie Diaz, and I’m gonna perish without you. Turn to dust. They’ll find me in a pile of my own sadness, probably being eaten by raccoons. You’re abandoning meee.” He whined.
Eddie snorted, rolling his eyes with a fondness only ever used for Buck. “Raccoons? Inside our house? You’re spiraling, Buck. You’re not going to ‘perish’.”
“Our?” Buck’s head popped up, eyes gleaming with a sudden burst of hope. “You said our house. See? You can’t leave me! We’re basically married! We’re supposed to come as a package!?”
Eddie rolled his eyes at his boyfriend but couldn’t hide the grin tugging at his lips. “You do live here now, Buck, I’m gonna say ‘our’? And it’s just a medic conference thing in Nevada Bobby said I’ve got to go to with Hen, not a one-way ticket to Narnia or a mission to Mars. Chim can’t go this time, so Bobby’s sending me instead. I’ll be back before you know it and before you figure out how to burn water again, even though you can cook just as well as Bobby.”
Buck gasped, sitting up so fast the pillow flew across the room and knocked over a lamp. “That was one time, and I was distracted by your stupidly perfect face!” He pointed an accusing finger at Eddie, who was now laughing so hard he had to set his beer down to avoid spilling it. “And don’t change the subject! You know I love you. Like, love love you. Your smile, your dumb sarcastic comments, your laugh, your… your body and your other… skills…” Buck’s voice dropped to a conspiratorial whisper, and he waggled his eyebrows like a cartoon villain. “You know what I’m talking about.”
“My skills? Is this what you’re really moping about? Buck, it’s one week without sex, not the end of the world. You’ll survive. You won’t even notice I’m gone, probably.”
Buck flopped back down, throwing an arm over his face like a Victorian damsel. “You say that, but I’m gonna waste away. Wither. Perish.” Buck drew the word out, like he was proving his point from earlier. “I’ve already ‘noticed’, Right. Now. And you’ve not even left yet!?”
Eddie crossed the room, sitting on the edge of the coffee table to face him. “You’re ridiculous, you know that? Endearingly ridiculous, but still.” He leaned forward, brushing a hand through Buck’s curls. “You’ll be fine, you’re not gonna die.”
Buck clutched his chest with a theatrical groan, mimicking Eddie had just stabbed him, throwing his arm over his head for an extra flourish. “You wound me, Eds. WOUND ME. I’m not just talking about sex, okay? I’m talking about you. Your presence. Your… your Eddie-ness. I’m gonna miss waking up to you stealing all the blankets. And the way you hum your tunes in the shower in the morning like you’re auditioning for a karaoke night.”
Eddie cocked his head at Buck, his amusement now tinged with that soft, warm look he reserved just for moments like this. “You done yet, drama queen?”
“Never,” Buck said, sitting up and leaning forward so their knees were pressed inside each other. “But seriously, Eddie, how am I supposed to survive without you? I’m gonna be moping around the station, and Chim’s gonna start calling me Eeyore again. You can’t do this to me.”
Eddie reached out, cupping Buck’s cheek with a fond shake of his head, smiling at Buck melting into it in a instant. “You’ll survive. You’ve got my Netflix, that weird super-natural disaster programme obsession, and, I don’t know, maybe you can finally organize that closet you’ve been avoiding since you moved in, you’re stuff is still in boxes?”
Buck’s eyes lit up, suddenly animated, his pout replaced with a grin. “Wait. Wait, wait, wait. I’ve got it. What if you left me something to tide me over?”
“If you want me to send you certain pics everyday then I will, don’t worry.” Eddie smiled, his thumb lightly stroking across Buck’s cheek.
“Well yes, obviously that’s a given, but I meant something else… Like… a video.” He paused for dramatic effect, then waggled his eyebrows again. “Of us. You know. Together.”
Eddie raised an eyebrow, caught off guard. “You want me to star in a home movie? What even-”
“No, hear me out!” Buck yelped, grabbing both of Eddie’s hands in his, searching his face. “It’s not a bad idea, right? Something just for us. A little… keepsake. For when I’m withering without you.”
Eddie shook his head, but his laugh betrayed him. “You’re unbelievable. You really think I’m gonna agree to this?”
Buck leaned closer, his voice dropping to a teasing whisper. “Come on. You know you’d miss me too. And it’d be fun.”
“You’re actually being serious?” Eddie raised his eyes, flickering between Buck’s. Oh he was definitely wasn’t lying to him right now.
Buck’s grin was so wide it threatened to split his face in half. “Dead serious. But, like, tasteful! Artistic! Think… Titanic, but instead of… a disastrous end, it’s us. In bed. Or the shower. Or the couch. Or that time on the kitchen counter, or-“
“Buck!” Eddie’s face was flushed with amusement, but he was laughing, the kind of laugh that made his eyes crinkle and his shoulders shake at Buck listing practically every single place they’d slept together in the house. “You’re out of your mind. What is this, your midlife crisis at thirty something?”
“I’m not middle aged, thank you very much,” Buck said, puffing out his chest. “And it’s not a crisis, it’s a genius idea. Come on, Eddie, it’ll be fun! Just for us. A little… souvenir for when I’m wasting away without you.”
Eddie leaned back, crossing his arms and pretending to consider it with a mock-serious frown. “So what, you want me to channel my inner Spielberg? Get a boom mic and a lighting crew? Maybe some mood music?”
Buck clapped his hands together like a kid who just got told he could have sweets for dinner. “Yes! Exactly! Okay, maybe not the boom mic, but we could borrow Chim’s tripod he uses for Jee’s birthday parties. Tell him it’s for, like, a TikTok or something. He only gets it out a few times anyway.”
Eddie raised an eyebrow. “You’re gonna lie to Chimney about borrowing his camera equipment for this? You’re braver than I thought.”
“Pfft, I’ll just say it’s for a training video, you know I lost mine in the move,” Buck said, waving a hand dismissively. “He’ll buy it. He still thinks I’m innocent.”
Eddie snorted so loudly it echoed. “Innocent? You? The guy who once tried to seduce me practically in public in the zoo one day, with Chris around!”
“You were looking extra hot that day, okay! And Chris had gone off with one of his school friends so it wasn’t like he was ‘there’ there!?” Buck protested, then immediately switched gears, scooting closer until he was practically in Eddie’s lap. “Come on, Eddie. Please? It’ll be our little secret. And it’ll keep me from sending you a million sad-face emojis while you’re gone.”
Eddie looked at him, those big blue puppy-dog eyes working overtime, and sighed. He could never say no to Buck when he got like this- equal parts ridiculous and irresistible.
“Fine,” he said at last, pointing a finger at Buck’s chest. “But we’re doing this my way. No blurry iPhone footage. We use your camera properly. I’m in charge. And if you try to add a soppy soundtrack, I’m dumping you, got it?”
Buck gasped, throwing his arms around Eddie and tackling him onto the couch. “Deal! Oh, you’re not gonna regret this.” He planted a loud, exaggerated kiss on Eddie’s cheek, then pulled back, grinning. “We’re gonna look like freakin’ movie stars, Eds.”
Eddie groaned, but he was smiling so hard his cheeks hurt. “Why do I put up with you?”
“Because you love me,” Buck said, poking Eddie’s chest with a triumphant smirk. “And my ideas.”
“Yeah, yeah, if you say so,” Eddie snorted, pulling Buck down by the collar of his shirt, pressing their lips together. “Now shut up and kiss me before I change my mind and help me figure out how to borrow Chim’s tripod without him asking too many questions.”
~*~
They’d managed to convince Chimney to lend them his tripod, under the flimsy excuse of “workout stuff.” Chimney losing interest pretty quickly at Buck showing him other workout videos he already had.
The next hour was a comedy of errors- Buck tripping over a side table in their room while trying to set up the tripod, Eddie accidentally recording a five-minute video of his own foot, and both of them dissolving into giggles when Buck suggested they “practice” their “cinematography” with a mock-serious slow-motion of a hair flip, courtesy of Eddie’s ‘slut’ strand as Buck named it. But Buck didn’t mind, because they were mostly videos of Eddie being silly and both of them giggling and laughing- videos he knew he’d be watching over and over when Eddie left too.
By the time they actually got around to filming, they were laughing so hard they could barely keep it together, and Eddie had to admit, Buck’s ridiculousness was exactly why he loved him.
Eddie shuffled up the bed, waiting for Buck to join him after he’d finished fiddling with the angle on his camera on top of the tripod by the side of the bed.
“You coming or what?” Eddie smiled, his voice a low tease.
“Wait, wait, before we start, I wanna take a picture of you.” Buck nodded, his eyes falling on Eddie on the sheets.
It was no secret Eddie was Buck’s muse, some of the photos were of him wrapped in just the sheets in the early morning, golden skin glowing beneath the sun with only his shoulders exposed or pictures of him doing something so normal but meant everything to Buck. Either way, he was beautiful, like Buck’s own model.
Now, Eddie was sprawled out on the bed in one of Buck’s shirts he’d stolen, and boxers, revealing his muscled legs, the shirt riding up and exposing the skin of his stomach, where he’d got his arms resting behind his head. A smile appeared on his cheeks, when he realised Buck was simply staring at him.
“You’re staring again.” Eddie teased.
“And you’re beautiful,” he whispered. With camera in hand, he walked back over to the bed to see pink flush down Eddie’s chest and against his cheeks, snapping a quick one of Eddie relaxed like this.
“For when I’m gone?” Eddie teased again.
“Something like that,” Buck shrugged. “And with your shirt off.”
Eddie’s cheeks flushed a warm red, at being the centre of attention like this and Buck imagined his chest was flushed the same color.
Eddie didn’t answer but instead pulled the shirt off by arching his back against the bed, yanking the shirt off onto the floor. Buck felt his mouth go dry as he saw Eddie’s cheeks matching the color rising on his chest, seeing Eddie naked or shirtless always took his breath away, no matter how many times he’d seen him.
He always thought Eddie was one of the most beautiful people he had ever seen, all cliches aside. “Gorgeous,” he muttered, lifting his camera and capturing Eddie in the soft light of the room from the single lamp lighting the room from the corner.
Buck watched as Eddie’s eyes became slightly watery from too much giggling as he snapped more photos, cheeks a rosy pink and lips appearing more red than usual, slightly wet from his tongue. He looked too similar to how he does when they have sex, only difference being that now he was more put together instead of undone and eyes glazed over with a needy expression to his face.
Buck felt the arousal pit in his stomach at the thought of photographing Eddie during sex and what they were actually about to do. Imagining himself watching a sex tape, of how they’d both look moving together, start to end of watching Eddie and himself become needy wrecks.
He nearly dropped his camera on the ground as he jolted himself from the thoughts of a sex tape with his boyfriend, making haste to put it back on the tripod and set it to record.
“I’m so lucky to have you…” Buck murmured, climbing onto the bed after Eddie, straddling his hips.
“So am I.” Eddie smiled, his arms open and guiding Buck into them, with a kiss on his head.
“You’re definitely okay with this?” Buck checked, focusing his gaze up at Eddie.
“I love you.” Eddie smiled, stroking his hair back before cupping his face in his hand. “I’m sure.” Lightly stroking his thumb across Buck’s lips, Buck nodded softly, opening his mouth to speak again- to double check.
Buck’s words were cut off as Eddie leaned up to give him a heated kiss. He didn’t say anything for a while, just lazily pressing hard kisses to Buck’s, bringing a hand up to lace through the back of Buck’s hair.
“Don’t overthink this and go all shy on me now? It's just you and me,” Eddie murmured finally against his lips.
Buck could only chuckle before Eddie went back in to devour his lips, licking at the roof of his mouth. God, Eddie was always a good kisser and Buck was always weak for him. Weak for his gentle kisses, or his heated, deeper ones. Either way, Buck didn’t think he’d ever get enough of kissing him, tasting him like they’d always belonged together.
Eddie slid a hand up Buck’s shirt, smoothing a palm over his warm skin. His fingers made their way towards his chest, his thumb circling around his nipple. Rewarded when Buck whined softly against Eddie’s lips, body arching at the teasing touch, a signal that he wanted more.
Eddie pushed the shirt up until it bunched underneath Buck’s arms, exposing his torso. When Buck was turned on, he would turn this rosy pink color from the face down and Eddie always thought it was the cutest thing ever. Yep, it was there already.
He was quick to wrap his lips around Buck’s nipple, licking at the nub until it became harder in his mouth. He had his fingers twisting and tugging at the other nipple and he could sense how desperate Buck was becoming as he tried to hold back his moans.
“Hey, let me hear you,” Eddie whispered against his ear. “Let the camera hear it all. I want to hear you’re pretty moans when I have my copy.”
Buck whimpered at Eddie’s husky voice in his ear, rocking his hips gently against Eddie’s lap, trying to gain friction as Eddie went back to assaulting his sensitive nipples. A choked moan escaped from Buck’s mouth, louder this time as Eddie’s teeth grazed purposefully, giving him what he wanted.
He could feel Buck was gradually getting hard, slowly starting to feel restricted as his pants got tighter. Eddie reached down to fumble with his belt, impatiently trying to tug it out of the loops as he kissed him slowly, like they had all the time in the world.
Buck unbuckled the belt dragging his pants and boxers off himself for Eddie whilst Eddie pulled the shirt over his head in a haste, dropping it to the ground, his body trembling at the slightest brush already.
“Look at you, sitting so pretty on top of me.” Eddie breathed, more to himself looking Buck up and down with intent.
And Buck instantly melted. A string of shaky breaths and pleased hums from the friction on his dick were punched out of him as Eddie repositioned him slightly on his lap. “Please,” Buck breathed, leaning into Eddie a little more. He pressed a kiss to the corner of his lips, featherlight, a ghost of a kiss. “Touch me…”
Eddie kneaded Buck’s thighs. He pushed and pushed and pushed, just to relent as he inched closer to Buck’s crotch. “Tell me what you gonna miss the most when I’m gone.” Buck shivered under Eddie’s touch, and the way he whispered in his ear.
Eddie’s lips ghosted the shell of Buck’s ear. He pressed the heel of his palm over Buck’s growing arousal, earning himself a choked breath in return. “Go on, baby.”
“That,” Buck whimpered, arching into the pressure. Eddie pushed harder, watching Buck’s eyes roll back and flutter shut gently at the tension. “Really- shit- really gonna miss that.”
Eddie ran a finger up the length of his dick, working his thumb over it, smiling up at Buck’s labored breaths hitting the base of his neck. Warm, almost wet. “What else?” Eddie asked.
“I’m gonna miss- your hands-“ Buck panted, a groan escaping him as Eddie wrapped his warm hand around him fully. “You’re hands all on me.” He finished.
“Like this?” Eddie murmured. He stroked Buck once, twice, relishing in the soft moans pouring into the room. All Buck managed was a small humming moan, dropping his head into Eddie’s neck.
“What else are you gonna miss?” Eddie pressed.
“Your kisses…” Buck half squeaked as his hips bucked up, involuntarily. “Your lips on mine- on my neck- my body.” His voice was breathy, getting so flustered already.
Eddie hummed, capturing Buck’s lips in a deep kiss, giving him exactly what he wanted, working his mouth against his lips and moving slowly across his jaw towards his neck.
“Like that...” Buck breathed, his hand flying to tangle itself in Eddie’s hair and hold his head close in the crook of his neck.
Buck’s breath hitched as Eddie’s lips grazed the sensitive skin just below his ear, a slow, deliberate kiss that sent heat pooling in his gut. Eddie’s hands gripped Buck’s hips, steadying him.
Buck tried to keep his eyes open to look at Eddie, but they kept fluttering shut, lost in the sensation of Eddie’s lips on him as another kiss landed, this one deeper, teasing with a hint of teeth, tearing another low moan from his throat.
Then, Eddie paused, remembering, his gaze flicked upward over Buck’s shoulder- straight to the camera. Eddie’s dark eyes gleamed with intent, a silent oh, you’re gonna love this later. He leaned back in, lips brushing Buck’s pulse point, but his stare stayed locked on the lens, bold and unashamed, like he was daring the camera to capture every second of Buck unraveling later.
Eddie pressed harder, sucking and biting, just knowing it’d drive Buck crazy when he watched it back, him rocking on Eddie’s lap and Eddie staring right into the camera, knowing he’d be looking at Buck when he watched it back. That footage would be waiting for him, a torturous loop of Eddie’s lips, his eyes, that look. Buck would watch it a hundred times, heart racing, cheeks burning, and Eddie knew it.
Buck was rocking his hips over and over into Eddie, grinding against each other as he relished Eddie’s mouth all on him.
“Want to feel you. Please.” Buck groaned, his fingers scratching lightly in Eddie’s hair. “I’ll definitely miss that.”
”I’m not stopping you?” Eddie whispered in his neck, adjusting Buck still sitting in his lap.
Buck happily obliged, reaching down between them and flicking his thumb over the head of Eddie’s dick, feeling a hot pant from Eddie in his neck. “You're so,” Buck slowly stroked him, marvelling in the precum leaking from it, “wet.”
Eddie started shaking himself now underneath him. Short, rough tremors, rocking them both. His chest rose and fell heavily as Buck stroked him again and again, still rocking in Eddie’s lap, causing more friction. They were both driving each other crazy and it was working.
Buck placed his other hand over Eddie’s drumming heart, sprawling his fingers apart to flatten his hand over his skin. He needed to feel it, feel the vibrations.
“Keep going,” Eddie said. He leisurely stroked down Buck’s back, holding him close. “I wanna know what else you’ll miss.”
“I’ll miss when you tease me,” Buck murmured. His legs tightened around Eddie’s waist just for a second to feel a little tension before his legs parted just as quickly, offering himself up to Eddie.
Eddie took the hint, running a finger up the length of his dick again, smiling at Buck’s whole body shivering as he tried to carry on.
“And I’ll miss it when-“ Buck’s breath caught, when a thumb glided over the sensitive tip, slowly, soothing small tiny circles around to work him that little bit more. “when you're hands are here.” He managed to finish.
He directed Eddie’s hand over his pec, his hardening nipple, his eyes fluttering shut at Eddie’s hand stroking his dick and rolling his nipple in the other hand. “And I’ll miss you marking me up, too.”
“Well…” Eddie chuckled, smirking at the red mark already blooming on Buck’s neck where he’d bitten and sucked so hard. “You’ll miss my mouth all over you?”
“Yes,” Buck keened, squeezing his legs harder around Eddie’s waist, finger’s scratching at the back of Eddie’s neck. “Please. Need it.”
Eddie kissed his neck again. His lips lingering over the tender spot, making Buck moan. He mouthed at a fresh spot as he dragged his hand from Buck’s nipple down his back now, until he reached Buck’s ass.
“Even here?” Eddie pressed his dry finger against Buck’s hole, teasing just the tip. “Will you miss me tasting you here, too?”
“Yes. Fuck yes,” Buck moaned. He thrusted into Eddie’s tight fist around his dick, then back down, chasing after his probing finger. “Want that, anything you want.”
Eddie nipped along Buck’s jaw, sucked a bruise right below his ear too. “I want to see you cry on my dick, baby.”
“Please, Eddie,” Buck almost cried. His thighs quivered, and every ragged breath he took grew higher, sweeter. “Gonna miss you making me cum too.”
Eddie was transfixed, practically salivating from the sight of Buck’s slick cock gliding through his hand, his eyes so dark and fluttering open and shut again, torn between looking back at Eddie or just closing them and letting himself feel it all. The begs started to spill from him desperately, so loud, so loud for the camera they’d fill the whole room when they watched.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
Eddie’s hand shook just thinking about it. About what they were doing.
“Gonna miss you making me feel so full.” Buck murmured, grinding down into Eddie’s finger. “Gonna miss your dick, I need it- need it now?” He whined.
Eddie pressed the whole of his finger in, watching Buck groan, a little from the pain shooting through him, a little of the pleasure filling his senses, a smile spreading on Eddie’s face as Buck whimpered another plea for more.
“You're so pretty when you beg, Buck.”
“I'll look even prettier sitting on your dick,” Buck countered, rocking more forcefully now, trying to get Eddie to take the hint. “Don't you think so?”
“I do,” Eddie hummed. He pressed a second finger into Buck, glancing back up at the camera, the red light flickering and recording it all. “But I also think you’ll look so pretty all laid out on our bed, letting me do whatever I want to you just for the camera.”
Buck squeezed his eyes shut, nodding quickly, whimpering at Eddie’s dirty talk in his ear and the addition of a second finger breaching him a little harshly.
“Just think of what it’ll be like when you watch it later, it’ll be like I’m right in the room with you.”
Eddie smirked at Buck’s whines only rocking even harder, fucking himself on two fingers. “Please. Do whatever you want.”
“Now lay back, right there so the camera can see just how gorgeous you are.” Eddie purred, peeling himself away from Buck’s warmth, much to Buck’s dissatisfaction at Eddie taking his fingers away and his hand from his dick.
Eddie shuffled Buck off him, laying him gently down on the bed, his own breathing hitching at seeing Buck like this, no matter how many times they’d been in this position.
To Eddie, Buck was always beautiful. But when he was laying on their bed, just for him, waiting and trusting, his eyes gleaming with love and trust, he was just so… ethereal. And it never failed to pull at every one of Eddie’s heart strings, a kaleidoscope of feelings swarming his chest to make him feel this alive.
So, Eddie took in the view, and he savored every second, just knowing the camera was doing the exact same thing and he would get to see Buck like this, any second he wanted to when he pressed play when he was away.
“God, you’re dripping,” Buck groaned, his voice a mix of awe and heat, dragging his eyes away from Eddie’s dick and dropping his head down onto the bed.
“That’s what you do to me,” Eddie muttered with a teasing shrug, already half-distracted as he scrambled off the bed, nearly tripping over a stray sock in his haste. “Gimme a sec, I’ve got a vision here.”
Buck rolled his eyes with impatience, staring at the ceiling like he was personally offended by the delay. Letting out an exaggerated whine, Buck propped himself up on his elbows to squint at Eddie’s back. “What are you doing? I’m dying over here!”
“Hold on a sec,” Eddie muttered, his fingers fumbling with the camera perched precariously on its tripod. “How the hell do you get this thing off the… the thingy?” He wiggled the camera, which wobbled ominously but refused to budge, making a faint clunk sound that was definitely not promising.
Buck snorted, barely containing a laugh. “The thingy? Eds, you know it’s called a tripod. Just- click it off the clip!”
“Clip, schmip,” Eddie grumbled, his brow furrowing as he poked at the camera like it was a puzzle from an escape room. “This thing’s fighting me harder than that time we tried to assemble that drawer set sober.” He gave the camera a little shake, and it let out a creak that made Buck squeak.
“You’re gonna break it, you brute!” Buck called, his voice cracking with laughter as he rolled onto his side, clutching his stomach. “Oh my god, Eddie, it’s literally one button. One button! You’re a firefighter, surely you can work it, c’mon!”
Eddie shot him a mock glare over his shoulder, but his lips twitched with a grin he couldn’t hide. “Keep laughing, Buck, and I’ll make you wait even longer.” He finally found the release button, but pressed it so clumsily the camera popped off and nearly launched into his face. “Whoa- okay, got it!” he yelped, catching it mid-air with a triumphant little giggle that made Buck’s heart do a stupid flip. Being able to see all this back later was more exciting then he imagined. Listening to Eddie being clumsy and giggly, it always managed to make him melt.
Buck was fully laughing now, tears pricking his eyes as he wheezed, “You’re such a dork.”
“Yeah, well, this dork’s about to make you a cinematic masterpiece just like you wanted,” Eddie said, waving the camera like a trophy as he climbed back onto the bed, still chuckling. “Now stop sulking, I’m setting this up so we can catch every angle. You’re gonna thank me when you get to see what I see in glorious close-up.”
“See what?” Buck squinted suspiciously, watching Eddie position the camera specifically on the bed towards the exact way he wanted. The way his eyes sparkled gave away how much he was loving every second of Eddie becoming so invested in this sex tape. “What am supposed to be seeing, I-“
Buck gasped, not bothering to finish, dropping his head back onto the bed, hissing at a sudden sting without any lube.
“This…” Eddie breathed. Eddie had slipped two fingers back inside Buck's hole, his touch deliberate and teasing. Eddie groaned low in his throat, feeling the tight, warm clutch of Buck’s body around his fingers.
Slowly, Eddie scissored them, stretching Buck with a careful precision that made his own pulse race. With the sting and a little pain, it only heightened every sensation, and Eddie took his time, relishing how Buck’s walls fluttered and yielded to his touch.
“You’re gonna see my fingers all inside you in close-up now…” He whispered, curling his fingers, dragging them torturously slow against the sensitive inner walls, just grazing the edge of Buck’s prostate to work him up a little more.
Buck’s breath hitched, a soft moan spilling from his lips as his hips twitched, instinctively chasing more.
“It’s gonna be so good.” Buck moaned, screwing his eyes shut at the glorious pain.
Eddie slowly withdrew his fingers from Buck, a sly smirk curling his lips as he trailed them down his own hard length, coating them with his slick pre-come. Buck’s desperate whine filled the air, his wide eyes locked on Eddie, realizing what he was doing, knowing Eddie’s own essence would ease the way inside of him, marking Buck with every bit of himself, inside and out.
“Oh god, you’re so hot.” Buck moaned.
Eddie slowly added a third finger, the stretch drawing a shuddering gasp from Buck. He worked them in and out, the slickness of his fingers making it a little easier now, but still, Eddie dragged them agonizingly slow, each thrust deep and purposeful, letting Buck feel every inch of the intrusion. His fingers twisted, curled, and pressed, exploring every angle to find the spots that made Buck’s body quiver.
“Fuck, Eddie,” Buck whimpered, his voice raw, thighs trembling as he fought to stay still. “How’d you get so fucking good at this?”
Eddie’s smirk was almost feral, his eyes locked on Buck’s flushed face, drinking in every desperate expression, knowing the camera could see it all. And knowing the camera would capture his fingers as he pushed deeper inside Buck, fingers slick and relentless, pumping with a slow, sensual rhythm that built a steady heat. He angled his hand, brushing Buck’s prostate with featherlight touches before pressing harder, circling the sensitive bundle with a teasing pressure that had Buck keening, his body arching off the bed. Eddie leaned in, his breath hot against Buck’s skin as he whispered in his ear. “You’re taking me so well, baby.”
He kept up the slow, torturous pace, each thrust of his fingers drawing out whines and gasps, Buck clenching around him as the pleasure mounted. Only when Buck’s pleas turned frantic, his body shaking with need, did Eddie finally press harder against his prostate, stroking it with deliberate, rhythmic precision.
Buck reacted instantaneously, so perfectly like Eddie was hoping for. Buck’s body jolted, sharp and quick, sharp gasps being torn from him at the touch, arching his body up.
Eddie knew he was getting close then. Easing his fingers out gently, Eddie used both hands to grip Buck’s waist, and pressed his tongue flat against Buck’s hole. He licked a long broad stripe and sucked, holding Buck steady underneath him when he choked out a wrecked sob, his body moving around the sheets involuntarily.
Buck twitched, arms whacking down forcefully to grip the bedsheets.
“Do you like this?” Eddie murmured before he flicked his tongue against Buck’s hole again. “Hmmm? Do you like the camera watching you. Watching my fingers and my tongue on you.”
Buck gasped, as Eddie dipped the tip of his tongue inside, then stopped. “Fuck, I love it. S’good, so good.” He rambled out.
“You like that you get to see it all this close?” It was more a fact than a question, Eddie knew they both the answer already.
“Yes, yes, fuck I do- Please, please,” Buck rambled, busy writhing around at Eddie’s tongue all on him.
“Good,” Eddie said, then pushed his tongue past the ring of muscles.
He lapped at Buck with a newfound hunger he couldn’t sedate. He needed more- more, more, more. His desperation flowed out of him, and Eddie worked his tongue faster. Saliva and his own pre-cum trickled from his chin, and Eddie fucked his tongue in harder.
Buck shook and moaned, arching his back more and more with Eddie’s rapid thrusts. Eddie almost stopped, just to see Buck try to fuck himself back on his tongue. Almost.
Instead, he added two fingers alongside his tongue. And the second Eddie brushed over his bundle of nerves, Buck came with a loud cry.
Eddie helped Buck ride out his orgasm, still pressing his fingers deep inside of him as Buck came. He licked his lips, moaning around the salty tang. “Do you want a taste?”
“Fuck- yes,” Buck heaved, frantically nodding his head. “Please.”
Eddie leaned up, hovering over Buck for a second to see the glazed over look on his face, before he dived in, practically devoring him, both moaning in unison at the taste.
Buck’s lips were soft. And still, the feelings he evoked in Eddie were anything but. Buck made him crazy with lust and a desire so strong it still shocked Eddie how much.
He kissed Buck with the same fervor. A kiss that left no room for softness and gentleness. The sky could shatter, scatter a billion shards through the planet, and Eddie would continue to kiss Buck like this, like he could show Buck just how much he meant to him with every brush of their lips.
“I can go again…” Buck breathed against his lips, his hand reached up to hold Eddie’s face gently as he kissed him deep, savouring the taste of the two of them together. “Please, I need it- need you.”
“Oh I know you can.” Eddie smirked. He was already moving, shuffling across the bed to click the camera back onto the tripod.
Eddie’s hands were rough but deliberate as he hauled Buck up from the bed, fingers locked around his wrists in a grip that’s just shy of bruising, in a quiet confidence.
Guiding Buck with a possessive edge, their knees sunk into the mattress as Eddie positioned him dead center for the camera’s hungry lens. They’re kneeling, bodies pressed so tight there’s barely room for air, Eddie’s chest a searing wall against Buck’s back, his breath hot and ragged against Buck’s skin.
Eddie’s lips hover at Buck’s ear, his voice a low, filthy growl that sent a jolt straight through Buck’s core. “Look at you, Buck, so gorgeous like this,” he rasps, each word dripping with lust, “all spread out, begging for that camera to eat you up.” The words carry weight, not just flattery but something deeper, like Eddie’s pouring his admiration into Buck’s very core.
Buck’s breath hitches, his head tilting back onto Eddie’s shoulder, baring the flushed curve of his throat where his pulse hammers wildly, a quiet surrender in the way he leans into the touch. “You’re such a pretty mess for me and the camera,” Eddie adds, his teeth grazing Buck’s earlobe, “and you’re gonna see it, it’s gonna capture you- us, like this forever.”
Eddie’s hands moved slowly then, one stroking down Buck’s side, steadying him, while the other traced a path a little lower that was both teasing and sure. The camera sees it all- the way Buck’s breath hitched, the subtle shift of his body as he responded to Eddie’s touch. It’s not just physical; it’s the vulnerability, the way Buck trusts Eddie to guide him through this moment.
“You look like a damn dream.” His tone is filthy, dirty, each syllable sinking into Buck like a spark, igniting something raw.
Eddie’s hands were relentless after that. One clamped onto Buck’s hip, fingers digging in hard enough to leave marks, holding him right where he was like he’s claiming every inch. The other, slow, wicked, sliding even lower than before, teasing at first, then gripping his dick with a purpose that rips a choked moan from Buck’s lips.
“Oh fuck, Eddie…” Buck moaned, thrusting up into his hand.
Eddie’s strokes were deliberate, a rhythm that’s both torturous and devastating, coaxing out sounds Buck can’t stifle, raw and desperate, spilling into the air. The camera drinks it in, Buck’s trembling thighs, the way his hips buck into Eddie’s hand, chasing that searing heat.
“You love this, don’t you?” Eddie purrs, his lips brushing the sweat-slick skin of Buck’s neck, voice thick with heat. “Love me working you like this, making you fall apart so you can watch it again and again.” The words are a dirty promise, laced with possession. “I bet you’d like it if someone else saw this wouldn’t you?”
Buck’s response is a broken whimper, his body arching, melting into Eddie’s hold like he’s surrendering everything.
Eddie’s grip tightens, his hand moving with a filthy precision, each stroke and tug pulling Buck closer to the edge so soon after the first. “Go on, baby, show that camera how good I make you feel,” he murmurs, gliding his thumb over the head that tears another choked gasp from Buck, “let it see how you shake when I’ve got you like this.”
Buck’s moans grow louder, jagged, his fingers reaching up and clawing in Eddie’s hair uselessly as Eddie’s words and his touch unravel him. “That’s it,” Eddie whispered, nipping at Buck’s shoulder, his teeth sinking hard enough for Buck to writhe under the sharp sensation spreading through his body, “fall apart for me, baby.” The connection between them is molten, a live wire, trust and desire twisted into something primal, every whisper and touch a spark that sets them both ablaze, the camera merely a witness to their undoing, raw and unfiltered.
Buck laced his hand on top of Eddie’s spread flat against his chest, to keep him still, Eddie’s other still tight and unapologetic around his dick, stroking with a fierce, purposeful rhythm that's almost punishing. His grip is slick, confident, each stroke long and deliberate, twisting at the tip with a wicked precision that rips raw, guttural moans from Buck’s throat.
The pace quickened, Eddie’s hand working him with a brutal intensity, fast, then slow, then fast again, dragging out every shudder and gasp. Buck’s hips jerk forward, desperate, fucking into Eddie’s fist, chasing the overwhelming heat that’s consuming him all over again.
Eddie’s hold was relentless, his strokes pushing him to the brink again so soon after the last, his hand moving with devastating skill, knowing exactly how to make Buck even crazier, fingers tightening, slick and fast, each pump pulling Buck apart, his cock throbbing under the rough, expert touch. “You’re still so fucking hard for me,” Eddie murmurs, voice dripping with filth, “gonna make you come so hard you forget your own name.”
Buck’s moans are jagged, animalistic, his body trembling violently, still so sensitive, as Eddie’s hand drove him to the edge, each stroke a calculated assault, faster, tighter, merciless. “Show that camera how you break when I own you like this.”
Buck’s response is a choked, shattered moan, his body arching, melting into Eddie’s hold as the pleasure builds to a breaking point, each pump of Eddie’s wrist driving Buck’s cock to throb painfully, teetering on the edge of oblivion.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” Eddie murmurs, voice thick with dirty affection, “You wanna come so hard?”
“Fuck- please- don’t stop.” Buck’s moans turned feral, his body seizing as the pressure explodes. His second climax hits him like a tidal wave, violent and all-consuming, his dick pulsing in Eddie’s grip as he comes with a force that rips a wrecked cry from his throat. His release is hot, messy, spilling over Eddie’s hand in thick, shuddering waves, his entire body convulsing with the intensity. Muscles locking, hips jerking uncontrollably, vision blurring as pleasure crashes through him like a storm. The camera sees every second, the way Buck’s chest heaves, his mouth open, his body shaking as if it might break apart, the gasps he’s choking out.
But Eddie doesn’t stop. His hand kept moving, slick with Buck’s release, stroking through the excruciating oversensitivity with a steady, unyielding rhythm that makes Buck’s body lurch and quake. “Eddie- fuck,” Buck gasps, voice raw and trembling. “Fuck that’s good-“
His thighs shake violently, his entire frame shuddering against Eddie’s chest, caught in a haze of overstimulation that’s both torment and ecstasy. “Fuck, I can’t,” he decided, his head throbbing, voice breaking, tears prickling as his body twitched and writhed with every stroke.
“You’re doing so good,” Eddie soothed, his voice a warm, filthy caress, lips brushing Buck’s sweat-slick temple with a tenderness that grounds him. “You can take it, I know you can.” His hand slows but doesn’t stop, stroking with a gentler but still firm grip, teasing the oversensitive tip with a deliberate twist that pulls a broken whimper from Buck’s lips.
But he’s nodding his head, determined to do it for Eddie. Eddie’s holding his full weight against, Buck too exhausted and trembling.
“Look at you, still so perfect, shaking just for me,” Eddie murmurs, his tone dripping with adoration and desire. “I’ve got you.” He kisses Buck’s shoulder, his words full of care, pushing Buck through the overwhelming sensations.
Buck’s pleas dissolve into incoherent whimpers, his body a trembling wreck in Eddie’s arms, his touch both relentless and loving. “That’s it, you’re so amazing,” Eddie whispers, voice so soft. Eddie shushed him gently, soothing, in his ear, as he slowed down to a stop.
Buck’s breaths are still uneven, his body a trembling heap against Eddie’s chest, the aftershocks of his release leaving him raw and exposed. Eddie’s arms tightened around him, one hand stroking gently through Buck’s damp hair, the other still wrapped around his chest, soothing his gasping. “You’re okay,” Eddie murmured, his voice a warm, grounding hum, lips brushing Buck’s temple. “I’ve still got you.” He murmured again.
The camera’s still on, it’s red light a faint glow in the dim room, but it feels distant now, irrelevant compared to the weight of this moment.
Buck turned his head, his eyes glassy but searching, meeting Eddie’s with a vulnerability that makes Eddie’s heart stutter.
“That was even better than the first.” Buck whispered, voice hoarse. “Not sure how you even got me to do that.” He chuckled a little weakly, still exhausted.
Eddie’s expression softened, his thumb tracing Buck’s jaw. “Because you needed to feel it,” he says, low and earnest, “needed to know how much you mean to me.” The words hang heavy, a confession that’s more than lust, and Buck’s breath catches, something shifting between them.
Eddie leans in then, kissing Buck softly, a contrast to the fire from before, but it’s no less intense. Buck shuffled around so he was facing Eddie again, hands clutching at any part of Eddie’s skin he can touch, needing the anchor.
His chest still heaved, his skin still flushed and glistening but a lazy grin spread across his face, pressing his body against Eddie’s.
“Wanna see if you can make it three?” Buck whispered, pulling away and looking at back at Eddie with hooded eyes. His eyes so dark they were almost black.
“Sure?”
“M-hm.” Buck nodded quickly, pressing light lazy kisses to his lips. “Third times the charm and all that…”
“Is that a challenge?” Eddie purred, his hands reaching and hooking his hands under Buck’s ass. “You definitely sure you can handle me stepping it up?”
Buck’s laugh was breathy, defiant. “Oh, I can handle you. Question is, can you keep up with me?” He reached out, fingers brushing Eddie’s wrist, tugging him closer.
Eddie didn’t back down, his gaze unwavering. “You’re playing a dangerous game, Buck,” he murmured, his voice low, sending a shiver down Buck’s spine. He slid his hand up Buck’s thigh, slow and teasing, watching Buck’s bravado waver for just a second. “But if it’s a challenge you want…”
Buck’s grin widened, though his breath hitched at Eddie’s wandering fingers again.
The room felt smaller, the world narrowing to just them- Buck’s bold words, Eddie’s steady hands, and the electric pull that had always been between them. Eddie leaned in, his lips brushing Buck’s ear. “Don’t complain when I win…”
“Oh you’re evil?” Buck grinned, pushing Eddie away.
Buck’s playful shove sent Eddie sprawling back onto the bed, his laughter bubbling up, rich and unrestrained. Buck pounced, straddling Eddie’s hips, pinning his wrists above his head with a mock-serious glare. “Gotcha,” Buck teased, his grin wide and infectious, eyes still dark with that wild spark.
Eddie squirmed beneath him, not really trying to break free, his own laughter mixing with Buck’s. “Oh, so you think you’re suddenly in charge now?” he taunted, bucking his hips just enough to throw Buck off balance. Buck yelped, collapsing forward, and Eddie seized the moment, flipping them over in one smooth motion.
Now it was Buck pinned beneath him, breathless and giggling, his chest heaving as Eddie held his arms down.
“You’re such a tease,” Eddie said, warm with affection, leaning close enough that their noses brushed. “That’s what I love about you, Buck. The way you just… keep going. Multiple rounds, barely need to catch your breath. You’re like some kinda animal.”
They’d both forgotten about the camera still capturing them being so carefree and silly, fighting for dominance, but it was still there, noting it, keeping this moment safe, for when they watched it back later.
Buck’s laughter turned into a snort, his face flushing brighter. “You’re one to talk, Diaz.” He wriggled, trying to free his wrists, but Eddie’s grip held firm, his smirk growing. “I can’t help how you make me feel, can I? With you looking that hot all the damn time, you’re gonna kill me one of these days.”
“I’m just speaking the truth,” Eddie teased, loosening his hold just enough for Buck to break free. Buck didn’t hesitate, lunging forward and tackling Eddie back down, their limbs tangling as they rolled across the bed, a mess of giggles and playful shoves. The sheets twisted around them, the room filled with their breathless laughter, the air electric with their easy, intimate joy.
Buck managed to pin Eddie back down again, near the end of the bed, sitting triumphantly on his lap. “Surrender yet?” he panted, his hair a wild mess, blue eyes gleaming with mischief.
Eddie’s eyes narrowed, a sly grin creeping across his face. “Surrender? Never. But…” He propped himself up on his elbows, his voice dropping to a suggestive murmur. “How ‘bout we make this a little more interesting?”
Buck’s brows shot up, intrigued. “Oh? What’s that supposed to mean? How else are you gonna top what you’ve already done to me?”
Eddie’s grin turned wicked. Buck shuffled lightly, letting Eddie lean over, watching him fumbling in the nightstand drawer, and pulled out a sleek, black cock ring vibrator, holding it up like a trophy. “This,” he said, his voice dripping with challenge. “Think you can handle it, Mr. Animal?”
Buck’s eyes widened, a delighted laugh bursting out of him. “You’re really are evil. Absolutely evil.” He snatched the vibrator from Eddie’s hand, turning it over with a mock-critical eye. “But you’re on. Let’s see if you can keep up with me, because I can go alllll night.”
Eddie chuckled, pulling Buck down into a messy, playful kiss, their laughter muffled against each other’s lips. “Oh, it’s definitely on, Buck. Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Bring it on,” he rasped, voice rough but playful, his body already tensing in anticipation.
Eddie’s smile was soft, almost tender, but his eyes burned with mischief as he pulled Buck down, kissing Buck slowly, deeply, savoring the way Buck’s lips parted for him. “You’re so fucking brave for challenging me like this,” Eddie murmured against his mouth, his voice dripping with affection, “but I’m gonna make you shake so hard you forget how to talk.” He slid the vibrating cock ring onto Buck’s dick, slow and deliberate, the buzz kicking in with a jolt that ripped a sharp, startled moan from Buck’s throat.
His hips bucked, body jerking at the sudden, intense sensation pulsing through him, his already sensitive nerves lighting up like a wildfire.
“Fuck- Eddie!” Buck gasped, his hands flying to down to Eddie’s shoulders, nails digging in as the vibrations thrummed relentlessly, sending shocks of pleasure through his cock.
His thighs trembled, his chest heaving as he fought to steady himself, the sensation both overwhelming and addictive.
Eddie’s hands were steady, sliding out from underneath Buck and laying him down on the sheets gently. Buck started heaving heavy pants, dragging them in and gasping them out, dropping his back onto the pillows as he moaned.
Eddie splayed one hand across Buck’s stomach to hold him in place, the other tracing teasing circles around the base of the ring, amplifying every pulse. “God, you’re so pretty like this,” Eddie purred, his voice a filthy, loving caress, leaning down to kiss Buck’s neck, his lips lingering on the racing pulse. “All worked up, moaning for me.”
Buck’s laugh was half moan, half gasping, his head tipping back as the vibrations pushed him to the edge of sanity. “This is nothing,” he panted, his voice breaking, but his grin was defiant, his blue eyes glinting with challenge. “That all you got?”
Eddie’s chuckle was low, warm, and he nipped at Buck’s collarbone, his teeth grazing just enough to make Buck squirm. “Oh, sweetheart, you can’t try and goad me like that, knowing what you’ll get,” Eddie promised, his tone soft but dripping with wicked intent.
Eddie took his time, drawing out every moment, his hands roaming Buck’s body with a deliberate slowness that was both torture and worship. He kissed down Buck’s chest, lips brushing over sweat-slick skin, teasing his nipples with soft flicks of his tongue, each touch making Buck’s moans grow louder, more desperate. The cock ring buzzed relentlessly, keeping Buck teetering on the brink, his cock throbbing, leaking against his stomach, the vibrations sending tremors through his entire body.
“Oh fuck, that’s so strong,” Buck whimpered, his voice raw. His hands clutched the sheets so hard, his knuckles turned white, the camera capturing the way his muscles tensed, his thighs shaking uncontrollably.
“Sure you don’t want to surrender?” Eddie murmured, his voice a soothing growl, lips trailing back up to Buck’s ear.
“No.” Buck practically hissed, his chest heavy as he looked up at Eddie smirking. “Evil- so evil-“ Buck breathed again, a shaky grin flickering across his face, earning a soft laugh from Eddie.
“Oh, baby, you love it,” Eddie teased, thick with affection, leaning down to kiss Buck deeply, swallowing his whimpers. His tongue teased Buck’s, slow and deliberate, mirroring the torturous pace of the cock ring’s vibrations. Eddie’s hands roamed, one sliding down to cup Buck’s balls, rolling them gently, adding another layer of sensation that made Buck’s back arch, a choked cry tearing from his throat. “Fuck- Eddie, I can’t-“
“Oh what was that?” Eddie pulled away, searching Buck’s face. “Is it too much to handle now? Am I winning?”
“No! I’m good- fuck-“ Buck gasped, his voice trembling, his body shaking so hard the bed creaked beneath them.
“I know you are. Because you’re so brave for me. I know you can take it,” Eddie murmured, soft but commanding, his lips brushing Buck’s damp forehead. “You’re so fucking strong, taking this for me.” He shifted the ring slightly, moving it up and down and angling it to press against the sensitive underside of Buck’s cock, the vibrations hitting just right, pulling a raw, animalistic moan from Buck’s lips.
Eddie’s eyes never left Buck’s face, drinking in every shudder, every gasp, his own arousal evident in the way his breath hitched, but he kept his focus on Buck, drawing out the torment with a loving ruthlessness.
Minutes stretched into an eternity, the cock ring’s buzz a constant assault, cycling through patterns that kept Buck teetering on the edge- fast pulses that made him writhe, slow hums that left him whimpering, desperate for more. Eddie’s fingers teased everywhere- brushing Buck’s inner thighs, tracing the veins of his cock around the ring, skimming his oversensitive tip, each touch amplifying the vibrations. “God, Buck, you’re a fucking masterpiece,” Eddie growled, his voice thick with desire and adoration.
Buck’s head tipped back, his moans a continuous, broken melody of Eddie’s name, his body trembling so violently it seemed he might shatter.
Eddie thought he could cum himself just by watching Buck, his sweat-slick skin, the way his muscles tensed, his cock throbbing, leaking profusely, the vibrations pushing him to the brink of madness.
“Eddie- please, I need-” Buck sobbed, cracking under the intensity of it all, his defiance crumbling under the overwhelming pleasure. Eddie’s heart clenched, but his grin was wicked, loving, and he kissed Buck’s lips, his touch grounding.
“Does this mean I win now? Finally? I told you I would.” His voice was filthy, Buck trying desperately to regain his composure.
“No. I can take more. It’s gonna take more than this to break me, Ed’s-“ Buck cut himself off with another wrecked cry, as Eddie adjusted the ring again on purpose, cranking the intensity higher, the buzz now a deep, punishing pulse that made Buck cry out, his hips bucking wildly, his body convulsing.
Eddie held him steady, forcing him into place so Buck could feel every buzz of the ring, his lips brushing Buck’s ear. “You’re so fucking perfect, Buck,” he murmured, his voice raw with emotion, “you’re so so strong.”
Buck’s moans turned incoherent, his body a trembling wreck, but he held on, his trust in Eddie absolute, his defiance flickering in the way he gasped, “Do your worst, Diaz.”
Eddie’s laugh was soft, warm, and he leaned down, instantly licking into his mouth, his hands never stopping, as he pushed Buck to the edge of oblivion, the camera still bearing witness to every shudder, every desperate, beautiful moment, even if they’d both forgotten about it.
“Wanna see how much more you can take for me?” Eddie reached across to the abandoned lube on the bed, slicking his fingers.
Pressing them inside Buck slowly, Buck groaned, clenching around his fingers. He took them easily, already prepared from earlier, rocking hard against Eddie’s hand.
He kept his movements slow and purposeful, easing Buck back into it with a gentle but unyielding pressure that drew out every gasp, every shudder.
“You’re so perfect,” Eddie whispered, his eyes locked on Buck’s flushed face, watching every reaction as his fingers curled inside, teasing that spot that made Buck’s hips jerk, his moans turning jagged. The vibrations amplified every touch, Buck’s body caught in a loop of pleasure, his defiance at trying to win, melting into desperate need.
“Eddie- fuck, do something,” Buck begged, his voice breaking, tears prickling as the cock ring pushed him to the edge but held him there, the intensity maddening.
Eddie’s smile was soft against his lips, still kissing every whimper. “You’re doing so good, Buck,” he murmured. He eased his fingers out, positioning himself between Buck’s thighs, his cock brushing against Buck’s entrance, teasing, drawing out the anticipation until Buck was trembling, his moans a constant, broken plea.
Finally, Eddie pushed in, slow and deliberate, the new stretch and heat ripping a long, guttural moan from Buck’s throat. The vibrating cock ring pulsed in time with Eddie’s movements, each agonizingly slow thrust a calculated torment, hitting deep, making Buck’s body shudder.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” Eddie groaned, his hands gripping Buck’s hips, steadying him as he set a slow rhythm, each thrust measured, dragging out the pleasure until Buck was a writhing mess beneath him.
“Eddie- please, faster,” Buck gasped, his voice raw, hoarse now, desperate, his body shaking violently as the pleasure built to a fever pitch.
“You want to cum now?” Eddie murmured, his tone soft but wicked, kissing Buck’s jaw, his lips lingering.
Buck nodded frantically, screwing his eyes shut as Eddie dragged himself in and out, each thrust a deliberate assault, the cock ring sending shocks through Buck’s dick with every movement, his body trembling, caught in a haze of overstimulation. Everything was just so overwhelming. The cock ring buzzing around him, Eddie buried deep inside him, the sensitivity of already reaching his orgasm twice before, Eddie’s hands roaming all over his body. It all felt like a fire growing and coursing through his body. Every little thing setting his nerves on fire.
Minutes stretched, the tension coiling tighter, Buck’s moans turning into sharp gasps and whimpers, his hips bucking to meet Eddie’s thrusts, chasing the release again.
Eddie’s hands slid up Buck’s chest, thumbs brushing his nipples, adding another layer of sensation that almost broke Buck right there.
Buck’s defiance still held though, his body handling the intensity, but only just- his moans were raw, animalistic, his thighs quaking as the vibrations and Eddie’s slow, deep thrusts drove him even crazier. He was so close. Almost there. Eddie had almost won and broken him.
“Eddie- fuck, I’m gonna- ” he choked out, his voice breaking, from the overwhelming pleasure. “I need to- I can’t anymore-“ He squeaked.
Eddie’s eyes never left Buck’s, as he finally picked up the pace, his thrusts growing deeper, more forceful, each one hitting that spot inside Buck, the cock ring buzzing relentlessly. “That’s it,” Eddie growled, his voice a mix of adoration and heat, “let go for me.”
Buck’s climax hit him like a tsunami, shattering and unstoppable, his body seizing as he came with a cry, his dick pulsing in the ring, spilling hot and messy across his stomach in thick, shuddering waves. The vibrations drew it out, making every convulsion more intense, his muscles locking up, hips jerking, vision whiting out as pleasure crashed through him, leaving him shaking violently, gasping for air.
Eddie kept moving, his thrusts slower, riding out Buck’s release, the sight and feel of Buck unraveling pushing him to the edge.
With a low, guttural moan, Eddie came too, spilling deep inside Buck, his body shuddering against Buck’s, their breaths ragged and synced. His thrusts slowed to a gentle rock, the cock ring still buzzing, pulling soft, oversensitive whimpers from Buck’s lips.
“Fuck- Eddie, s’too much,” Buck gasped, his voice trembling, caught somewhere between desperation and surrender. His hands clutched Eddie’s shoulders, fingers digging into the firm muscle like it was the only thing tethering him to reality. His chest heaved, breaths coming in short, ragged bursts, his body overwhelmed but unwilling to let go.
Eddie’s touch, his heat, the way he’d managed to pull a third orgasm from Buck so soon after the last had only made the last one even more intense and overwhelming.
Eddie leaned down, his lips brushing against Buck’s flushed cheeks, soft and deliberate, a grounding contrast to the fire still simmering between them. Then he moved to Buck’s lips, slow and deep and then his forehead, each touch a quiet promise, a tether pulling Buck back from the haze. “You’re so fucking incredible, Buck,” Eddie whispered, his voice raw with adoration, thick with emotion that made Buck’s heart stutter. “You were so strong for so long.”
His hands moved with care now, so gentle than before. Eddie’s fingers found the ring, easing it off with a tenderness that made Buck hiss softly, the sensitive skin still tingling from the intensity. Eddie’s touch lingered, soothing him, as he pulled Buck into his arms.
Their bodies tangled together, sweat-slick and spent, fitting against each other like they were made for this- made for each other. And Buck sighed and melted into the embrace, his head resting against Eddie’s chest, the steady thump of Eddie’s heartbeat a quiet anchor in the aftermath.
“I guess you really did break me,” Buck sighed, hoarse but laced with a playful edge, his lips brushing against the warm skin of Eddie’s neck as he nuzzled closer.
Eddie chuckled, the sound low and warm, vibrating through Buck’s chest. He pressed a kiss to Buck’s temple, his hands tracing slow, lazy paths along Buck’s back, fingers gliding over damp skin, soothing the lingering tremors. “But I won,” he teased lightly but it still carried that smug, affectionate tone that always made Buck’s stomach flip.
“Of course you did,” Buck sighed, his lips curving into a tired, genuine smile. He tilted his head, meeting Eddie’s gaze, those dark eyes still burning with something that made Buck’s pulse quicken all over again. “You always do.”
Eddie’s grin was all mischief, but his touch remained soft, grounding, as he brushed a stray curl from Buck’s forehead. “You love it,” he murmured, his voice a low comforting rumble that sent a shiver down Buck’s spine.
Buck let out a breathy laugh, shaking his head even as he leaned into Eddie’s touch. “Yeah, maybe I do.” He shifted slightly, wincing at the faint ache in his muscles, but the warmth of Eddie’s body against his made it all worth it. “But you’re still evil.”
Eddie’s laughter was soft, intimate, the kind of sound that felt like it belonged only to them in this moment. He tightened his arms around Buck, pulling him impossibly closer, their legs entwining under the sheets. “You say that now,” he murmured, his lips brushing against Buck’s ear, “but you were begging for more a minute ago.”
Buck’s cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and lingering heat, but he didn’t deny it. Instead, he nudged Eddie’s shoulder with his nose, playful but defiant. He just knew he was going to lose his mind when he played it all back.
Oh.
Then he remembered.
“Wait, is the camera still on?” Buck laughed, glancing up at the little red light still flickering away, making sure it captured it all.
“Forgot about that.” Eddie snorted, shaking his head and ignoring it anyway.
”We need to make one with me ruining you next time,” Buck chuckled, a grin spreading across his face. “I’m thinking… as soon as you get back. ‘Cause, holy fuck, that was all so fucking hot.”
Eddie raised an eyebrow, his grin turning wicked as he propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at Buck with a mix of amusement and intrigue. “Oh, so we’re making another one then?” he asked, his tone teasing but laced with a promise that made Buck’s heart race. “You think you can handle flipping the script on me, Buck?”
Buck’s grin widened, his blue eyes sparkling with challenge and affection. “Oh, I know I can,” he shot back, his voice steadier now, the playful confidence returning. “You’re not the only one who can win at this game. I’d win in five minutes flat, I’d break you so easily, you definitely wouldn’t last as long as me.”
Eddie laughed, the sound rich and unguarded, and he leaned down to capture Buck’s lips in a slow, lingering kiss, one that spoke of trust and want and everything.
When he pulled back, his eyes were soft, but there was a glint of anticipation there, too. “Alright,” he said, his voice low and warm. “You’re on. But it’s gonna take a lot for you to break me. And don’t think I’d let you win.”
Buck smirked, his hands sliding up Eddie’s chest, fingers tracing the lines of muscle as he held Eddie’s gaze. “Wouldn’t dream of it,” he murmured, his voice full of promise.
“I’d still win…” Eddie whispered against his lips, still teasing.
“Hey!?” Buck’s voice pitched up, a mock scowl twisting his features as he narrowed his eyes at Eddie. “You’re relentless!”
Eddie’s laugh burst out, deep and infectious, his head tipping back as his whole body shook with it.
Buck’s scowl morphed into a determined grin, and with a sudden surge, he lunged forward, tackling Eddie again on the bed. They both tumbled on top of the sheets again, twisting, pining each other down and giggling like two kids, their bodies a tangle of limbs and laughter filling the room.
~*~
When Eddie left for the conference two days later, Buck waved him off with a grin, clutching his camera close to his chest, like it was a national treasure.
They’d already watched it together twice. Okay, three times, or was it four?
“Don’t worry,” he called after him. “I’ve got my Oscar-worthy masterpiece to keep me company!”
Eddie just shook his head, already counting down the hours until he could come home to his absurd, adorable boyfriend.
”Oh and it’s six hundred and four thousand and eight hundred seconds!” Buck cried after him.
Eddie spun around walking backwards away from him, waving his hands up in defeat. “What is?”
“Seconds in one week! One week, you’re abandoning me for!?”
“You’re a menace, Buckley,” he yelled back, but the smile on his face said everything Buck needed to hear. ”And the seconds are already counting down!”
He could still see Buck’s grin in his mind long after he’d left with his own copy and Buck had rushed back inside to watch the tape all over again.