Horny sentence suggestion: “You can, I’ve just never had anyone do that for me”
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"The only words I can think of to use sound like we're making a bad porno."
Buck blinks at him, then laughs so hard Eddie has to grab his arm to stop Buck from rolling off of him. "That's your issue?" he asks when he's caught his breath. "Words?"
"They're all ridiculous words," Eddie mutters. "Like, what am I supposed to say? Yeah, baby, lick my ass?" He puts on an exaggerated tone, but something in Buck's eyes darkens.
"That works," he says and kisses Eddie, slow, careful. Just the slightest movement of Buck's tongue is enough to have Eddie imagining what that tongue would feel like between his legs and he whines into Buck's mouth, his hips shifting against Buck's without much conscious input.
"No, I—you can," Eddie says and feels heat rising on his cheeks. "I've just never—I've never had anyone do that for me."
Buck, currently stretched out above him supporting his weight on his elbows, cocks his head to the side as if deep in thought. "Never?" he asks. "Like, not even just to try it?"
Eddie laughs. "You've met both of the people I've ever slept with," he says. "Do you really think—"
"Both?" Buck asks. "It's just them?"
"I—well, yeah," Eddie says. "I met Shannon in high school, and we were technically married until she died, so—"
"Hey, no, Eddie," Buck says, leaning down to kiss him. "I'm not judging you." Then he grins. "If you think about it, this really works out for me, actually."
"Why's that?" Eddie asks.
"Third time's the charm."
Eddie smiles, reaching up to brush his fingers along Buck's cheek. "You really are, you know that? The charm, I mean."
"Flattery will get you absolutely everywhere," Buck says, and Eddie hooks his arms around Buck and tugs until Buck collapses onto him.
"Hi," Eddie murmurs, pressing his lips to Buck's forehead. "But I thought it was you who was trying to get somewhere?"
"I mean, only if you want," Buck says. "It was just a suggestion."
"No, I want," Eddie says. God, does he want. It's not something he'd spent much time thinking about, but when Buck brought it up the mere idea had desire pooling in his gut. He's getting hard now just thinking about it, and he's pretty sure Buck can feel it. "I want you to—"
"To what, Eddie?" Buck asks, a hint of a smirk creeping onto his face. "Use your words."
Eddie huffs. "I'm not ashamed, if that's what you're getting at," he says. "Trust me, I'm so far past the sex is shameful thing. You know that."
"I do know that," Buck agrees, kissing Eddie. "I have lots of evidence to back that up."
"It's just—no, actually, you know what, I am ashamed," Eddie says. "But not because of the sex. It's because the only words I can think of to use sound like we're making a bad porno."
Buck blinks at him, then laughs so hard Eddie has to grab his arm to stop Buck from rolling off of him. "That's your issue?" he asks when he's caught his breath. "Words?"
"They're all ridiculous words," Eddie mutters. "Like, what am I supposed to say? Yeah, baby, lick my ass?" He puts on an exaggerated tone, but something in Buck's eyes darkens.
"That works," he says and kisses Eddie, slow, careful. Just the slightest movement of Buck's tongue is enough to have Eddie imagining what that tongue would feel like between his legs and he whines into Buck's mouth, his hips shifting against Buck's without much conscious input.
"Or," Buck murmurs, kissing the corner of Eddie's mouth. "You could also say go down on me—" another kiss "—or eat me out, or toss my salad—"
"I can guarantee you I'm never saying that," Eddie says.
"Never say never," Buck grins. "Anyway, you could also call it rimming, or—"
"Buck," Eddie groans. "Can we save the vocabulary lesson for another time?"
"Someone's eager," Buck says, still grinning, and rolls his hips against where Eddie's eagerness is most obvious.
"Yeah, well," Eddie says. "Turns out I'm not immune to my naked boyfriend writhing around on top of me talking about eating my ass."
"Look at you, using your words," Buck says. "Also, I'm hardly writhing."
"Buck."
Buck smirks down at him. "I got you, baby." He sits up, straddling Eddie's legs, then climbs off him. "All right, come on, turn over," he says, nudging Eddie's hip.
Eddie goes, obedient, pliant in Buck's hands. Buck guides his hips up, adjusting until Eddie's on his knees, face down on the bed, his cock hanging heavy between his legs. Buck settles behind him and Eddie closes his eyes, concentrating like he could sense what Buck's doing if he just tries hard enough.
Then Buck sets his hands on Eddie's hips, and suddenly Eddie can sense everything Buck is doing. The way Buck's hands spread out, large and warm, just resting on his ass. The way he starts moving, squeezing, soft at first. The way Buck spreads him open, careful, gentle, and exhales, warm breath fanning over him.
"Fuck," Eddie says, the word dragging into a moan.
Behind him, Buck laughs. "Baby, we're just getting started."
As if to make his point Buck puts his mouth on him, trailing open-mouthed kisses along the insides of his thighs, up the curve of his ass. He takes his time, slow, teasing, until Eddie is groaning into the pillow.
"Buck," he grits out, "Please—"
The flat of Buck's tongue sweeps across his hole, and Eddie's words break off into a gasp, a jolt of pleasure shooting through him. "Oh, fuck," he says as Buck does it again, "oh god, oh fuck—"
"Good?" Buck asks, and Eddie pushes his hips backwards, unseeing, searching for Buck. When he speaks, his voice comes out half-growl.
"Buck, I swear to god—"
"I'm gonna take that as a yes," Buck says, and Eddie can practically hear the smirk in his voice.
"Yes," Eddie says before Buck can give him shit about using his words again, and when Buck's tongue returns, the point of it circling his rim, the word stretches into a chant. "Yes, yes, yes—"
Buck pushes into him, just the tip of his tongue, and Eddie moans. Sparks run up and down his spine, and his eyes are closed but he's pretty sure they're rolling back into his head.
Buck's hand joins his tongue, a lube-slick finger working Eddie open, quick and careful. His finger brushes against Eddie's prostate and Eddie arches his back, pushing himself against Buck, over and over, desperate for movement, for friction, for more—
Large hands settle on his hips, holding him in place. "I've got you," Buck murmurs, "I've got you," and Eddie's still shuddering from the ghost of the words brushing over him when Buck's tongue slips into him, deeper now.
Buck works his tongue in and out, and Eddie feels lightning dancing under his skin, feels like his spine is floating out of his body, feels like he's going to come apart, disintegrate into nothing but the pleasure coursing through his veins. It feels like too much, and not enough, like Buck is the only thing tethering him to this plane of existence and like he's seconds away from floating into the void.
Buck reaches around to wrap a hand around his dick and Eddie's breath catches, hitches, comes out in gasps. "Shit, Buck," he groans, "shit, shit, I'm—I'm gonna—"
"Yeah?" Buck asks, pressing a kiss by the crease of his thigh. "You want to come like this?"
And the thought is tempting, god is it tempting, but Buck's so far away like this. Every cell in him is screaming to get closer, closer, as close as possible without merging into one.
"No," he says. "No, Buck, I want—I need—"
"Yeah?" Buck asks again. "What do you need?"
"You, I need you," Eddie says. "Fuck me, Buck, please—"
The bed shifts behind him and Eddie feels Buck's legs against his, then Buck's pushing into him, slow at first, faster when Eddie thrusts back against him. "Okay," Buck says, "okay, okay," and grabs Eddie's hips to hold him steady.
And it's good, it's so good, but it's not enough, not until Eddie moans his name and Buck gets the message, draping himself over Eddie's back so every part of them is touching. Buck's chin settles on Eddie's shoulder and he kisses Eddie's cheek, his jaw, the side of his throat, one arm hooking around Eddie's waist.
Buck's all around him, on him, in him, and he doesn't know if it's Buck's lips on his throat or Buck's arm on his stomach or Buck's body pressed against his but he comes apart, finally, spilling onto the sheets beneath him and shaking with the force of it. Buck's arm around him tightens, and Eddie doesn't know if it's to hold him up to ground himself but he's grateful for it anyway.
Buck starts moving faster, his hips snapping against Eddie's, bringing him to the right to the precipice of overstimulation until Eddie feels Buck tense above him, hears him moan his release into his ear.
Buck slumps against him and Eddie lets his weight tip them over, collapsing on the bed in a pile of limbs. He lands partially in the wet spot, but they're going to have to shower and change the sheets anyway and Eddie couldn't care less right now. All he cares about is Buck burrowing against him, wrapping his arms around him, slotting his legs between his until they're well and truly tangled together.
"So," Buck says. "Verdict?"
"You know that saying about fucking someone's brains out?" Eddie mumbles.
"Yeah?"
"Ask me again later when my brains come back."
Buck just laughs and pulls him closer.
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