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Clothes shopping is not something Eddie finds himself doing very often– and especially not in hippie clothing stores aimed mostly at women and full of sales assistants with cool hair. It’s great, don’t get him wrong, just not his scene, and he feels vaguely awkward weaving between the racks and shelves. But Buck had wanted to come here, since the store opened just a couple weeks ago, and Eddie is completely unable to refuse him much at all.
“You see anything you like?”
Buck has a big, soft grey sweater hanging over his arm that Eddie can’t wait to see him in, to hug him in, maybe even borrow some time to drown in his scent, but other than that he hasn’t picked anything out. He seems… preoccupied. Eddie’s heart sinks a little at the prospect that he isn’t enjoying this date as much as he thought he would.
Buck shrugs and tightens his hold on Eddie’s arm as they stroll past a rack of faux leather belts, harnesses and chokers. They’ve been this way a couple times, running fingers over the soft material of the sweatshirts hung next to it, but as of yet Eddie has barely paid much attention to the rack at all except to ponder how good Buck would look in all of them. But nothing in depth, at least not until– not until he sees the way Buck’s eyes drag over it, and then– then he gets it.
“... Buck?”
Buck shoots him the saddest, guiltiest look Eddie’s ever seen and Eddie just wants to scoop him up, hold him until all the guilt is gone, but that wouldn’t exactly be socially appropriate. There’s nothing to be guilty about, god.
“You wanna try one on?” he asks gently, and Buck nods. He still won’t meet Eddie’s eyes, and Eddie pulls him in closer to plant a kiss on his shoulder. “Go choose one then, good boy.”
Buck sorts through the tangle of leather straps and eventually pulls out a gorgeous black harness, one that would criss-cross over his chest and fasten at the back. Eddie loves him like this, no longer so afraid to ask for what he wants– although they still have a little work to do there, but Eddie will be more than happy to help.
An image flashes through his head of Buck, flushed and pretty and floaty, kneeling at Eddie’s feet all trussed up in the harness, stark black against his pale skin, and Eddie carefully adjusts his jeans as they find a dressing room.
“Can you, ah– help me do it up?” Buck asks with a breath of laughter, putting his bag and sweatshirt down and holding the harness up. Eddie presses a kiss to his cheek and squints at the label hanging off one of the metal buckles, not quite sure how it works until Buck loops the top around his neck.
It’s an awkward fit over his loose t-shirt, rucks up a bit, but once Eddie has worked all four of the buckles closed it fits like a glove. And it’s– he physically sees the way Buck’s whole body loses all of its tension, decompresses entirely and has him like putty in Eddie’s hands. It’s beautiful, actually: he imagines it must feel a lot like being tied up in the beautiful navy blue ropes they have at home, Buck’s guilty pleasure that they never have much time for. So this– this , right here, this might be their saving grace. The only problem is that if they’re not careful, this might just get Buck into his headspace in the middle of downtown Los Angeles.
“Buck, baby?” Eddie keeps both hands on Buck’s waist, doesn’t want to drop their point of contact for a second. When Buck turns around he’s got a slightly hazy look in his eyes and Eddie’s heart just melts , overcome with the instinct to protect hold love . “There’s my beautiful boy.”
Buck positively beams at him and Eddie smooths his thumb over his birthmark.
“You like it?”
He looks gorgeous in the harness; Eddie is just obsessed with the way it cinches his waist in and shows off the broad expanse of his shoulders, outlines his pecs perfectly.
“Uh huh,” he says shyly, “I like it a lot.”
God, Eddie loves him. Buck leans in for a kiss and Eddie lets him, easily, and Buck tastes like soda and bubblegum and smells like that lovely aftershave he uses, fits against Eddie’s body like he was made for it. They kiss until the gloss on Buck’s lips has rubbed off onto Eddie’s, soft and sweet and slow, until Eddie can tell that everything in Buck’s world has started to go fuzzy and he pulls back with a sigh.
Eddie’s just contemplating getting Buck to kneel for a minute while he sorts out their bags and his credit card when Buck presses another fluttery kiss against his lips.
“Can we go home now?” The way he’s settled into the harness is just glorious , whole body relaxed like there’s nothing better in the world than to feel held and secure and safe. There’s not even a question about whether they’ll buy it or not.
“Yeah, baby, you want me to help you out of that?”
Buck nods and Eddie aches with the way his shoulders adopt a newfound tension with each buckle that comes undone, head hung a little lower.
“Good boy, you’re okay,” Eddie tells him, wrapping his arms around Buck’s waist in the absence of the harness. Buck melts against him and okay , getting him into his headspace today was definitely not in the plan, but there’s nothing Eddie likes more than looking after his floaty boy. The development of their relationship has brought on many, many fun discoveries about what makes Buck slip, alongside the discovery that when he feels safe he’s got a bit of a hair trigger– does Eddie tear up sometimes when he thinks about how much Buck trusts him? No, Sir, he certainly does not. Never. Not at all. (All the time, actually.)
Eddie doesn’t feel like he relaxes entirely until the front door of their house closes behind them. Buck has come back into himself a bit on the drive home but Eddie still doesn’t like having him vulnerable in public, pulls him into a hug as soon as they’ve kicked their shoes off.
“I’m sorry,” he says quietly, muffled against Buck’s shoulder, “I’m sorry I let you slip in public.”
Buck just makes a soft noise and nuzzles into Eddie’s hair.
“I would’ve safeworded if I felt uncomfy,” he assures, “was nice. Love you so much.”
Eddie hugs him for a little while longer, takes the time to centre himself in Buck’s warm, secure embrace. There’s really nowhere he’d rather be. And then it’s a soft, lingering kiss that Buck all but melts into and fingers curling into the back of Eddie’s sweater, a quiet sigh against his lips that Eddie drinks in. He loves Buck like this, all gentle hands and fluttery eyelids, the way he moulds himself to Eddie’s body and trusts him so wholly and completely.
“Can I put it back on?” Buck asks quietly in a short lull in their kisses, breath coming out hot against Eddie’s lips. Eddie draws him back in for one last kiss and nods, taking Buck’s hand in his own to lead him through to the bedroom– their bedroom, the one Buck moved into last year, the one in which he spent most of his nights before that too. Eddie’s sure he’s just being sappy, but he swears it’s a million times more homely with Buck living and sleeping here.
“Fold your clothes if you’re gonna take them off,” he says, gentle but firm, and Buck blooms under the command.
“Yes, Sir,” he says with one of those little grins, and Eddie loves him so much his heart almost aches . He busies himself with tearing the labels off the harness and sweater while Buck folds his shirt neatly on the corner of the bed and switches his jeans out for soft sweats. Eddie helping him into the harness is a silent, settling affair, one that gets Buck in so beautifully deep his eyes are closed by the time they’re done. He hardly even shudders at the cold metal buckles against his skin, and the black leather of the harness is just– devastating against his fair honey skin; Eddie can’t help himself from running his hands over it again and again, feeling the contrast between cool leather and warm, soft skin. Buck all but melts back into him when Eddie lets him, pulling him in close and rocking them gently from side to side as he kisses over Buck’s shoulder.
“Look so gorgeous like this,” Eddie tells him, quiet and earnest in between fluttering kisses, and Buck tips his head to the side to allow for better access. And this is– Buck’s submission is something so pure, so trusting, soft like sunsets and buttercream silk and settling gooey and warm in Eddie’s chest. Eddie knows he’ll treasure it forever. “Love you so much.”
He helps Buck into the hoodie because it’s far from warm, and being uncomfortably cold would surely force him right out of his subspace, and then it’s a hand in his to lead him back through to the living room.
This is Buck’s favourite kind of scene: Eddie, watching something mindless on TV while Buck kneels at his feet and floats. There’s something so primal about it, something that brings out the very essence of what Buck feels submission is for him. Eddie makes sure to put a cushion down on the floor and guides Buck onto his knees, makes himself comfortable on the sofa for the time being.
He doesn’t even have to tell Buck to hold his hands behind his back: Buck does it instinctively, sinks into his Good Boy Pose like it’s natural and holds it so perfectly.
“There you go, good boy. Can you tell me your safewords?”
“Red for stop, yellow for take a break, green for keep going.” Buck keeps his gaze down, fixed on the floor at Eddie’s feet, and it’s the most beautiful show of submission, really. Sometimes Eddie likes to tease him a bit, force his head up and watch him scrabble to look anywhere but into Eddie’s eyes, but today is decidedly not the day for that. Today Buck needs gentle, loving care, a firm hand to keep him afloat.
“Very good, thank you. You have unconditional permission to speak today,” Eddie continues, toying with the remote and switching the TV on; it turns on to a talk show that Eddie has never heard of before but watches anyway– like he isn’t entirely tuned into the beautiful man kneeling at his feet, no room for any other kind of input.
Buck doesn’t so much as move a muscle for a long, long while. He seems to have drifted off into a shallow sleep, eyes closed and whole body perfectly relaxed, and only stirs when Eddie runs his fingers through his hair.
“Colour?”
Buck licks over his lips a couple times, swallows around his dry throat. Eddie knows he would speak up immediately if he were anything other than green, but he needs to do this lest Buck go non-verbal– sometimes that’s exactly where Eddie guides him, to a place where nothing else matters, not even words or thoughts, but many more precautions are needed for that, none of which they have right now.
“Green, Sir,” Buck says, voice small, and Eddie’s heart does this funny fluttering thing that he honestly thought would stop happening the longer they dated. But, as it happens, he falls a little more in love with Buck every time he does anything , and he’s come to terms with that now.
“Good boy, thank you. Is the harness still comfortable?”
“Yes, Sir.”
It’s a while again before either of them move or speak. And this time it’s Buck, squirming almost imperceptibly, but Eddie’s so attuned to him he notices every little shift. Mirth makes his lips twitch up when he realises why Buck is squirming: there’s a bulge in his sweats that certainly wasn’t there earlier, a delectable flush on his cheeks that Eddie just wants to press his lips against.
“Everything okay down there, Evan?”
Buck whimpers a tad pathetically and his hips twitch up of their own accord. Eddie only calls him by his given name when they’re in a scene, so it’s like a pavlovian response by now to go all squirmy and needy every time he hears it in that soft, low timbre.
“Words, baby.”
“‘S all good, Sir,” Buck slurs, sniffling a little as he gets his hips under control, “‘s so good.”
Eddie hums, fisting his hair tighter just for the way Buck tips his head to the side and moans. God, he loves Buck all riled up like this, isn’t even sure what did it this time but just knows there’s nothing he loves more than giving him everything he wants.
“You have permission to look at me,” he says, and Buck fixes him with the biggest, bluest, teariest eyes he’s ever seen. God , he’s gorgeous. “What do you want?”
Buck’s breath hitches on his next inhale. The edge of the harness peeks out from the collar of the hoodie and Eddie wants to suck a big, bruising hickey right there above the leather, make Buck squirm and cry and beg him for another. Plenty of time for that later though, because for now–
“Want Sir to touch me,” Buck says quietly, shyly, like he’s worried Eddie might not give it to him. And he’s right, sometimes, when Eddie edges him and denies him that beautiful, beautiful relief. Today is not one of those days. “Please?”
“How do you want Sir to touch you?” Eddie runs his fingers through Buck’s soft curly hair and down the side of his face to trace his birthmark, his pink cheeks, and comes to rest on his lips. They part easily, and Eddie lets him suck three fingers in and dampen them with saliva. “Good boy, taking my fingers. Can you tell me, Evan?”
Buck lets the fingers go with a sad little whine and the prettiest pair of puppy dog eyes Eddie has ever seen.
“Want anything Sir will give me,” he says, and Eddie rewards him with two fingers pressing back at his lips.
“That’s right,” Eddie croons, sinking his fingers back into slick, wet heat. “You’ll take anything, won’t you?”
Buck moans around the digits and takes them deeper, deeper, until they hit the back of his throat and then his whine turns breathy and high. His tongue flicks and sucks over both of them, eager and drooly, getting them nice and wet for… whatever Eddie has planned for him. Eddie’s right, he’ll take anything if it comes from his Dom.
Turns out, anything is a leg wedging itself between his thighs and pressing right up against the bulge in his sweats. Buck wails .
“You’ll come humping my leg or not at all,” Eddie tells him, and Buck just nods through the haze of the sudden stimulation. (Eddie timed him, once, gave Buck five minutes to make himself come against his leg; Buck started to tremble after four and a half minutes but didn’t make it, so Eddie iced him down nicely and let him sob into his shoulder afterwards. Eddie worried he’d gone too far, right until Buck finally settled in his arms and told him it was “ so– so good, Sir, mmh. ”)
Buck makes a pathetic, garbled sound when Eddie presses his fingers down at the back of his tongue, right where he’d be triggering his gag reflex if he had one. His hips hitch forward against Eddie’s leg and Eddie can feel how hot and hard he is even through both of their pants, straining against the material all obscene. For such a soft, subby bottom he has the biggest dick– one Eddie rarely lets him use, but nonetheless it’s a shame, really. Eddie relays this to him and Buck whines around his fingers, starting to tremble a little under the thinly-veiled degradation.
It’s not long before Buck starts to get close– Eddie can tell by the delectable flush in his cheeks and the way he’s stopped sucking so thoroughly, breath hitching all sweet and overwhelmed; he coos quietly and Buck sniffles a little, all but weeping beneath the heat of it.
“You getting close, Evan?” Eddie’s voice comes out far lower than he expected it to and Buck’s eyes go all glassy.
He nods, feebly, still hitching his hips up in a rhythm that can’t quite be satisfactory, but judging by the way his eyes can’t seem to stay open and his whole body twitches it is . Eddie presses his leg forward a little more and the sound Buck makes is just devastating , somewhere between a whimper and a sob and all ragged around the edges with his desperation. Saliva is starting to drip down his chin from where Eddie is all but fucking his mouth with his fingers now, and it takes hardly more than a few more shaky thrusts before Buck is sagging over Eddie’s knee and coming with a long, drawn-out whine and tiny little aborted twitches of his hips.
“There you go, good boy , did that feel good?” The warmth that fills Eddie’s chest overpowers the throb in his cock a thousand times over, leaves him feeling all gooey-soft as he pulls his fingers from Buck’s mouth. Buck rides out his orgasm with little huffs of breath that come out warm through Eddie’s jeans and then he looks up timidly, eyes all wide and blue and a little teary.
“Uh huh,” he says, righting himself fully and settling back into his position, “felt so good, Sir, thank you.”
Eddie cups his face with his clean hand and Buck beams up at him, all relaxed and soft after his release. His gaze keeps flitting down to the bulge in Eddie’s jeans but Eddie ignores it, since today really isn’t about his orgasm.
“Can I have a kiss, please, Sir?”
Eddie hauls him up into his lap, all pliant and loose, and Buck giggles against his cheek once he’s settled. They kiss slow and warm and lingering, Eddie’s tongue in Buck’s mouth and Buck’s fingers curled loosely into the material of Eddie’s sweater, until the drying come in Buck’s sweats starts to get uncomfortable and he huffs.
“You wanna go change?” Eddie rubs the tip of his fingers over Buck’s cock through his sweats, a bit mean, and Buck gasps and thrusts up helplessly. The wet spot in the fabric is just adorable, so Eddie really can’t help but tease him a little– not when he’s got Buck so pliant and willing in his lap, squirming around as the teasing stimulation gets firmer, cheeks pink and eyelids fluttery.
“Uh huh, Sir, wanna change,” he chokes out eventually, once Eddie relents and brings the slightly damp finger up to Buck’s lips. And Buck takes it, sucks it in and moans at the taste of his own come on Eddie’s finger, hollowing his cheeks around it like he would a cock. All of a sudden the bulge in Eddie’s jeans is getting a little hard to ignore; he drags his finger back out. “... After you let me get you off? Please, Sir?”
As if Eddie could say no to that pouty lip and those big, blue eyes. A single nod is all it takes for Buck to unzip his fly and pull his cock out, all but drooling as he builds up to a good rhythm with his fist. Eddie’s head drops back against the sofa; Buck is unfairly good with his hands for someone so completely immersed in subspace.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s it, good boy,” he breathes, grinning when Buck’s breath hitches audibly. His thumb rubs over the tip of Eddie’s cock and he’s nearly there, far closer than he’d previously thought, balancing precariously with only Buck to catch him– and catch him Buck does, pumping him long and thorough through his orgasm and leaning in for a wet, messy kiss. The high seems to last ages , built up ever since he first imagined Buck wearing the harness in the middle of the store, and when it’s finally over Buck brings his hand timidly up to his lips.
Eddie watches in awe as he licks it clean. Each digit disappears into his mouth and comes back out pristine and glistening with saliva and Buck keeps making these soft, breathy sounds at the taste of Eddie’s come, musky and familiar.
Eddie tugs him back in for a kiss once he’s done, licking over Buck’s lips and into his mouth and drawing out more of those exquisite sounds, until Buck pulls away with a shuddery breath.
“You feel good, beautiful boy?” Eddie smooths his thumb over Buck’s birthmark like he loves doing so much, the other hand settled on his waist; he can feel the leather straps under his hand, gives a little squeeze to feel the way they bite into Buck’s soft skin, and Buck sighs.
“So good, Sir, thank you.”
Buck wants to keep the harness on while they settle down to nap; Eddie has to pry it off him with the promise of ample cuddles, worried about bruising if he moves around in his sleep, and Buck gives in with a big, dopey grin, like he was always going to anyway.
“You promise about those cuddles, right, Sir?”
Eddie doesn’t bother telling him to switch back to Eddie now, knows he’ll be well on the way out of his headspace by the time they wake up regardless. Instead he bundles Buck into his arms under the covers, pulls his boy against his chest to keep him safe and warm and secure, and kisses his soft curly hair.
“I promise, Evan.”