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The first time it happens, Buck's pretty sure it's an accident. Or well, accident isn't the right word, probably, but neither of them are planning on it happening. Buck's currently stretched out face down on their bed, two of Eddie's fingers in his ass as he humps down against the pillow shoved beneath him. It's a little humiliating.
It's so good.
He hears Eddie laugh a little from behind him. He already came, Buck doesn't even know how long ago now, but long enough that Buck can feel the cum drying tacky on his lower back, his ass. So he knows he's not getting Eddie's cock tonight, but he needs- he needs...
"I know what you need," Eddie promises lowly.
But then he goes to pull his fingers out, and Buck practically sobs. Eddie's hand stills and his other comes up to rub soothingly along Buck's side.
"I know, baby," Eddie tells him. "But I gotta get up to get what you need, okay? Ten seconds, I promise."
But Buck shakes his head, clenching around Eddie's fingers. He hears Eddie sigh, and he knows he's being annoying, but he's been keyed up for hours now, and his brain is so fuzzy, and he just can't-
Eddie's fingers do slip out of him then, but before Buck can even protest, there's something else pushing back into him in their place. He doesn't know what it is; it's definitely wider than Eddie's fingers were, but it doesn't feel like one of their toys that he recognizes.
Eddie chuckles again softly.
"God, your greedy hole really will just take anything, huh bud?"
Buck rocks back against the strange sensation and Eddie meets him with a couple of thrusts of whatever toy he's using.
"Eddie, what-" Buck tries to ask, but the toy presses up against his prostate and he cuts off into a sharp moan.
"Can't even be empty for a few seconds so I can get something real to fuck you with," Eddie says, still running a gentle hand up and down Buck's side, clear affection undercutting his words. "That's okay, baby. I know how to take care of you."
He's thrusting the... not toy, apparently? Whatever it is, he's shoving it into Buck with purpose now, hitting his prostate on every thrust and rocking Buck into the pillow below him, still the only pressure on his aching cock.
"God, look at you," Eddie breathes out, sounding almost reverent. "So desperate for it, you'll just hump our mattress with a bottle of lube shoved up your ass."
Oh fuck.
Buck flushes all over at that image, at the tone of Eddie's voice, and he comes with a choked off sob, still rutting against the pillow while Eddie works him through it with... with their fucking lube bottle. Jesus.
His cock twitches again at the thought as he continues to ride the waves of one of the best orgasms he's ever had. Which is saying something, because Buck's had a lot of good orgasms. Especially since he started dating Eddie.
Eddie eventually stills the bottle in him, but keeps rubbing a soothing hand along his side.
"You with me?" he asks softly.
Buck manages a sound that's more of a y-ngh than the "yeah" he was trying for, and he hears Eddie's soft laugh again. He feels a lingering kiss pressed to his lower back and then Eddie is slowly sliding the bottle out of him. Buck whimpers a little at the loss, but he doesn't stop him this time.
He feels the bed dip as Eddie gets up, but he's back only a moment later, a warm washcloth wiping against Buck's back. Buck feels boneless.
"Fuck, Eddie," he manages to breathe out as he rolls over onto his back to look up at his boyfriend.
Eddie gives him a soft smile and an even softer kiss, before moving to keep cleaning him up with the washcloth in his hand. When he finishes after a moment, he picks up the discarded lube bottle and wipes it with the washcloth as well before setting it back on the nightstand. Buck feels his cheeks flame as he realizes that he's going to see it there every day, knowing exactly where it's been.
"Fuck," he says again.
He sees Eddie follow his eye line, grinning a little too smugly.
"So that's a thing, huh?" he says, voice teasing. But when Buck looks up at him, he sees Eddie tucking the knowledge away for future reference and he swallows thickly.
*
The next time, it's definitely not an accident. Buck's been being a brat all day and he knows Eddie is getting fed up with him - that's sort of the whole point. So when he shoves Buck roughly to his knees practically the second their bedroom door closes, Buck thinks finally. He doubts he's going to be allowed to come tonight after how he's been acting today, but that's okay. Better even, maybe. He just needs to get out of his head.
And Eddie definitely knows how to take him out of his own head.
A hand tangles in his curls and yanks roughly, and Buck can't stop the embarrassing whimper that escapes his throat at the feeling.
"You really think you deserve my cock?" Eddie asks, voice rough, the hand in his hair still tugging painfully, perfectly, "When you were being such a fucking brat today? I should go jerk off in the shower so you don't even get to watch."
Buck's hand scrambles to clutch at Eddie's thigh.
"Don't leave," he begs, brattiness completely disappearing now that he finally has Eddie alone. "You don't- you don't have to let me touch you but d-don't leave. Please."
Eddie's expression softens, even as his grip in Buck's hair doesn't.
"You're going to take exactly what I give you," he tells Buck, "and you're going to say 'thank you'."
He tugs Buck's curls again sharply and Buck lets out another small whimper.
"Thank you," he says, so earnestly it's embarrassing. "Thank you. I- I'll be good now, I promise."
Eddie shakes his head slightly, finally releasing Buck's scalp to use both hands to undo his own belt. He takes off his jeans and steps out of them, kicking them off across the floor slightly, leaving him standing in front of Buck in just the tighty whities that Buck teases him about but actually fucking loves. It takes everything in him not to lean forward at the sight. But he stays where Eddie put him.
Eddie looks down at him and sighs. His hand cards back into Buck's curls.
"I'm going to let you get me hard," he says. "You can use your mouth, but don't take me out."
Buck bites back the groan of disappointment at not being allowed to see Eddie, to feel him without a layer of fabric in the way, but he knows he made his own bed here. When he leans forward though, there's another sharp tug on his hair.
"Buck," Eddie says, his tone a clear warning.
Oh. Buck remembers now.
"Thank you," he says, and the grip in his hair loosens again, not stopping him from leaning forward this time.
He mouths at Eddie's soft cock through the fabric, mourning the taste of cotton where he wants to taste Eddie, but grateful he gets to do this at all. Both of his hands grasp at Eddie's thighs as he sucks him as best as he can like this.
Given his constraints though, there's something especially satisfying about feeling Eddie start to fill out his briefs under Buck's ministrations.
"Okay, enough," Eddie says after a few moments, yanking Buck off again. His voice is softer now though, and when Buck looks up he gives him a small smile.
"Take your clothes off and lie back on the bed," Eddie tells him, petting his hair again once before pulling back.
When Buck struggles slightly trying to stand, Eddie steadies him, helps him up.
"Your leg okay?" he asks, grip soft on Buck's hip.
God, Buck loves him so much.
"I'm good," Buck tells him, stepping back from Eddie to follow his instructions.
He feels Eddie's eyes on him as he strips, but he doesn't try to make a show of it. That's not what Eddie asked for.
Once he's lying back on the bed, Eddie joins him, on his knees above Buck. His eyes linger on Buck's cock, already straining and angry red against his stomach, and he clicks his tongue lightly.
"Such a waste of a pretty cock," he says, hand trailing along Buck's stomach so close to where Buck wants to be touched. "Such a big, pretty cock, baby, and you don't even use it."
Buck's cock twitches at Eddie's words and Buck feels his cheeks heat with embarrassment. Eddie pulls back and presses a hand idly against his own bulge, the outline of it practically obscene through the now wet fabric. He starts stroking himself, and it can't be comfortable like that, but Buck's eyes are still locked on the movement of his hand, transfixed.
"What do you think I should do with you?" Eddie asks him. "Do you think you deserve my cock now?"
Buck shakes his head; he knows he doesn't.
"No, you don't," Eddie agrees, breath hitching as his hand continues to move over his cock through the wet fabric. "What do you think you deserve then?"
The truth is that he doesn't deserve anything, probably. But he wants. God, he wants.
"Your cum," he manages, after a moment. His tongue feels heavy in his mouth. "Please, please, Eddie. I just want to see you. Want you to feel good."
Eddie looks down at him, tilting his head, considering.
"If I use you to get myself off," he says, and Buck immediately squirms in anticipation. "Are you going to be good for me this time?"
"Yes," Buck promises, still watching the movement of Eddie's hand. "Yes, please, Eddie. I'll be- I'll be so good. Please."
"Okay," Eddie says.
He drops his hand and instead re-positions himself over Buck's body, laying his weight directly on top of him and blanketing him completely, his still clothed cock pressed down against Buck's.
"Ah, ah, fuck," Buck groans as Eddie starts to grind against him at a punishing pace. The wet fabric of Eddie's underwear chafes a little against Buck's dick and he's almost grateful for it, because it's taking everything in him not to come without permission.
Buck's hands come up to squeeze at Eddie's ass, encouraging, and Eddie grunts into his neck.
"Fuck, that's it," he says, and Buck feels pride swell in his chest at how fucked out he sounds just from this. "Almost there, sweetheart."
Then he's tensing against him, groaning his release into Buck's ear, and still rutting gently against Buck's cock as he works himself through it. Buck doesn't realize how hard he's gripping the sheets until Eddie finally pulls back and the pressure suddenly lifts from Buck's cock. He had been so close. Too close. But he did it.
Eddie just pets at Buck's stomach for a moment, coming back down, before he levers himself back up off the bed. He grabs something from the dresser before disappearing into the bathroom. When he comes back out, he's wearing a clean pair of Buck's boxers, but his own soiled underwear is still in his hand.
Maybe Eddie's going to let him suck on it again, Buck thinks, and his face flushes hot at how badly he wants it. Eddie sees where his gaze lands and he chuckles darkly.
"Okay baby, knees up," he says, tapping lightly at Buck's thigh, and Buck moves immediately, even through his confusion. He holds his knees spread up against his chest and tries not to get too excited when Eddie reaches down to pet at his hole. There's no way Eddie's going to fuck him tonight.
But then Eddie's fingers are replaced with something else, and Buck doesn't have time to really process what's happening before the wet fabric is being shoved inside of him.
"Oh fuck," he gasps, as more and more of the fabric is bunched together and pushed in. "Eddie, that- ah. Feels- ah."
"How does it feel?" Eddie prompts.
Weird. Wrong. Amazing.
"Eddie," Buck groans out instead, and Eddie clicks his tongue again.
"I thought you wanted my cum," he says, "and now I'm giving it to you even after everything you pulled today."
He keeps pushing more of the cum-soaked fabric into Buck and it feels like there's so much of it. It's such a strange sensation - there's nothing really for Buck to clench down on, the fabric soft inside him, but he still feels so stretched, so full.
"Buck," Eddie says. "Come on. I thought you said you were gonna be good now. What do you say?"
"Th-thank you," Buck manages eventually, and he's surprised to hear his own voice. He's not sure when he started crying.
Eddie kisses the inside of his thigh.
"You're welcome," he says, and then he grasps the fabric sticking out of Buck's hole and tugs.
"Ah, oh god, Eddie," Buck arches off the bed at the sensation and he almost shoves Eddie off of him, but he manages to slam his hands down to grip at the sheets instead. "I'm gonna- please, please- oh god-"
Eddie stops. He sits up a little and moves a hand to Buck's stomach, pressing down in a way that has Buck clenching helplessly, still trying to hold back the orgasm that had been barreling towards him.
"See?" Eddie says. "You do know how to be good."
Buck nods, hiccuping through his tears. He does. He can be good.
"Okay bud," Eddie says after a moment. "You're gonna give me two more."
"Wha- no, Eddie," Buck's eyes fly open just in time to see Eddie's mouth harden.
"No?" he repeats. "Is that what you want to say to me?"
"N-no," Buck stutters, fists still clenched in the sheets. "I- I meant, I- th-thank you."
Eddie just keeps looking down at him though, eyes heated. Buck wonders if he's getting hard again, but he can't tell now, with the too big boxers covering him.
"Thank you for what?" Eddie prompts, and Buck swallows thickly.
"Th-thank you for l-letting me have your cum," Buck hiccups out, wincing at how wrecked he sounds.
But Eddie smiles at him.
"You're welcome," he says again, even as he moves to shove some of the fabric of the soiled underwear back into Buck's ass. "I know this greedy little hole always wants more. You'd take anything I'd give you wouldn't you, sweetheart? I could shove anything up here-" he punctuates this with another jab of his fingers against the bunched fabric- "and you would thank me, wouldn't you?"
"Yes," Buck says, and the humiliation of it alongside the pressure of Eddie's fingers has another orgasm threatening to crest. "I'm- oh. Oh. Ed-Eddie please."
Eddie stills again, leaning his head against the back of Buck's thigh as Buck works to calm himself down.
"Good job, bud," he says softly. "You're doing so good for me. One more, okay? What do you say?"
"Th-th- ah," Buck shivers against the sheets. He feels hot all over and the pressure in his ass is still so strange and awful and perfect.
"Thank you," he finally manages to whisper, and Eddie rewards him with another kiss to his inner thigh.
Then he leans down and wraps his lips around the tip of Buck's cock, just as he starts slowly pulling the underwear out of his hole, and Buck nearly whites out.
"St-stop oh god," Buck says, his orgasm so close he's not sure he can stop it this time. "Oh fuck. I- I'm trying, Eddie, I-"
"Shh," Eddie says gently. He pulls back from Buck's cock and stops tugging at the fabric inside of him. For a moment Buck thinks he really won't be able to do it, teetering so close to the edge. But eventually he feels himself pull back just enough.
He sobs as Eddie pets at him, whispering endearments into his thighs, his stomach.
"That's good, baby," Eddie says softly. "That's three, sweetheart. You did so good. Beautiful. So fucking gorgeous."
Buck's chest is heaving and he knows there's probably snot on his face now in addition to the tears. He's got to look completely wrecked, and that's not even to say anything about the cum-soaked underwear he's still got shoved up his ass. But Eddie's looking down at him so sweetly now. He shivers again, and Eddie leans up to give him a proper kiss.
They lay there together for a moment, until Buck finally stops shivering and his sobs have turned into little sniffles. Eddie kisses him again, and then moves to pull the underwear out, gently this time. But Buck clenches down, his knees pulling in involuntarily.
"Oh. You don't want me to take this yet?" Eddie asks, voice embarrassingly patronizing. "You need to keep me inside a little longer?"
Buck nods pathetically, feeling flushed all over. God.
Eddie smiles and gives him another kiss.
"I knew you would like that," he says. "I barely even had to touch you for any of them, you were so worked up. It was so embarrassing, baby."
Buck whimpers at that, his cock his straining against his stomach. Eddie laughs.
"It's okay, I know you can't help it," Eddie soothes, before tugging at the fabric inside him again, just once. "But if you let me take this back, I'll give you something better. Since you were such a good boy for me."
Buck lets out a slightly shaky breath, but he forces himself to spread his legs a little wider again, and doesn't stop Eddie this time from pulling it out of him.
It's so hard to describe the sensation as it's tugged out - the rough texture of the fabric catching, unspooling where it had been bunched up inside him. He keens a little and Eddie rubs his thighs soothingly, sitting back so he can help Buck stretch his legs back out. He drops the underwear onto Buck's stomach and the sight has his hole fluttering, clenching around nothing. They're disgusting, soaked with cum and spit, and they were just inside of him. Worse, he wishes they still were.
"I know, baby, it's okay," Eddie says. "You hold onto those for me for a minute, okay? I need you to turn over."
Buck moves without any real thought, grabbing the tacky underwear and turning over on the bed. Before he can even think to guess at what Eddie is going to do next though, there are already two slick fingers pressing back into him.
"Ah- ah- Eddie," Buck gasps out.
He can't help but rut against the sheets as Eddie presses into him, his self control hanging on the smallest thread, but Eddie immediately hooks an arm under his hips, hauling him up onto his knees and removing the temptation.
"I'm gonna give you the real thing now," he says. "And you're still gonna be good for me, right?"
Buck shakes his head into the pillow, feeling the tears starting again as Eddie relentlessly presses against his prostrate on every other thrust.
"I- I don't- I don't know if I can," he admits hoarsely.
He wants Eddie's cock so badly. But he wants- needs to be Eddie's good boy more than anything, after today. He feels like he's about to break apart and Eddie's the only thing that can keep him together.
Eddie pulls his fingers out and Buck hears himself whine at the loss. He can't help it. Eddie runs his dry hand up and down the broad planes of Buck's back.
"Okay," he says, voice gentler than it's been all night. "Okay baby. Turn back around and scoot up a bit."
Buck does as he's told and he's rewarded with the sight of Eddie's naked cock for the first time that night, Eddie planting a thigh on either side of his head, bracing himself against the headboard.
"Okay sweetheart, open your mouth for me," he says, voice coming out a little raspier now.
Buck opens his mouth and then groans in relief when Eddie starts to feed him his cock. He's not gentle about it - almost immediately fucking into Buck's throat and not letting up even as he starts to choke a little. It's so, so good. And he knows Eddie's close.
Sure enough, Eddie's pulling back all too soon, stripping himself roughly before spilling all over Buck's chest and stomach. Some lands on Buck's cock and it twitches helplessly. Eddie just pants above him for a few moments, his hand still moving against his cock, but languidly now. With effort, Buck tries to speak, roughly clearing his throat and still sounding completely fucked out when he says, "thank you."
Eddie's expression goes soft and he reaches out to cup Buck's cheek.
"You're welcome, sweetheart," he says, rubbing a thumb against Buck's lower lip. "Since you were such a good boy - telling me when it was too much, thanking me so sweetly - I'm going to give you another reward. You can have a taste now."
Buck turns his head to press a kiss into Eddie's palm in gratitude, before reaching a hand up towards the come cooling on his stomach. Eddie catches it though, stopping him.
"That's not what I meant," he says, nodding towards Buck's other hand, and the sharp pang of heat and humiliation hits him right in the gut.
Eddie just waits him out, smiling encouragingly, until Buck brings his other hand, the one still clutching Eddie's ruined underwear, up to his lips. He swallows thickly and then opens his mouth, placing the fabric against his tongue.
"There you go," Eddie says, and Buck has to shut his eyes against the embarrassment as he closes his lips and sucks.
He keeps sucking at Eddie's tacky, partially dried cum through the fabric that had been in his ass not thirty minutes ago, his whole body both flushed and shivering alternatively, as he hears Eddie move around the room, coming back with a washcloth to clean Buck up. When he gently swipes at the cum that had landed on Buck's dick, Buck sobs again, muffled by the fabric in his mouth.
"I know, all done," Eddie promises, hands gentle on Buck's body now. "You did so good. So good, baby. I love you."
Buck tries to say it back without thinking, but the words are halted by his makeshift gag, and Eddie laughs softly, finally climbing back into bed and spooning Buck in his arms, mindful of keeping Buck's cock away from the sheets or blankets until he goes soft again.
"You can spit that out, sweetheart," he murmurs eventually, holding Buck tight against his chest, as much skin contact as he can manage.
Buck shakes his head softly, and Eddie presses a kiss to his ear.
"Okay," he says, always indulgent. "A few more minutes."
*
The next time, Buck knows for sure Eddie planned it in advance, because he smiles at Buck as soon as he wakes up that morning, almost giddy, and says, "it's raining."
Buck can't help but smile back at him, even though he has no idea why Eddie is so excited about the rain.
He finds out after breakfast though, when Eddie grabs an umbrella and pushes Buck out the door towards his truck, the same giddy smile still on his face, eagerly telling Buck he had a surprise for him.
He drives them out to a tucked away beach in Santa Monica, the parking lot completely empty due to the now torrential downpour. Buck unbuckles his seatbelt and raises an eyebrow at Eddie, but his boyfriend just leans across the console and kisses him, full of promise.
Which- oh.
"Here?" Buck asks just to be sure, feeling a little giddy now himself.
Buck has always had a little bit of an exhibitionist kink, but he learned really early on in their relationship that Eddie absolutely did not. Even a single stall bathroom at a club was a no-go for him, and Buck respected that. It was fine; it's not like they didn't have plenty of other things they both enjoyed.
But leave it to Eddie to find a way to give him this that they could both be comfortable with. Buck loves him so much he aches with it sometimes.
He leans back in to kiss Eddie again, but Eddie's hand comes up to rest on his chest, gently holding him back.
"Don't you want to know what your surprise is?" he asks, eyes already dark, and Buck swallows thickly.
"You fucking me in public isn't my surprise?" he asks, even though he can tell now there's something else, something more.
Eddie's grin goes a little sharp.
"I'm not going to fuck you," he says. "I'm going to let you fuck my truck."
He looks down at the gear shift sitting between them and Buck follows his gaze, heart stuttering in his chest.
"I see the way you look every time I grab the lube now," Eddie tells him. "I know how determinedly you cleaned my underwear even though they should have been a lost cause, just so I would wear them again."
Buck flushes deeply and Eddie leans up to kiss his birthmark.
"I'm wearing them right now," he whispers against Buck's temple and Buck lets out a soft moan without meaning to.
"I know," Eddie says, kissing Buck's temple again and then his cheek. "I know, baby. So now I'm gonna let you fuck my truck, okay? And then every time we drive it, every time you watch me shift gears-"
Buck cuts him off with a needy kiss, practically climbing into Eddie's lap. Eddie laughs against his mouth.
"Yeah, I thought so," he says smugly.
It's so fucking embarrassing, but Buck can't even bring himself to care. Eddie did this for him. Eddie wants him to have this.
Eddie allows Buck to show his gratitude for a few minutes, but once he starts grinding down against Eddie's stomach, Eddie shoves him off roughly.
"Everything off," he says. "Want you completely naked when you're squirming on my gear shift."
Buck strips quickly, a little awkward in the tight space of the cab, but once he does he sees that Eddie's still almost fully dressed, just his belt undone. He's got the lube out and waiting though - but not one of their travel packets, the bottle from home.
"Eddie," he starts to say, but Eddie shushes him, pulling him back into his lap as he pops the cap on the bottle.
"Remember when you were so desperate you let me shove this bottle up your ass like it was a fucking dildo?" he asks as he drizzles the lube onto his palm, rubbing it between his fingers. "I was so embarrassed for you, baby. You didn't even know what I was shoving into your greedy little hole and you were still moaning like a whore."
Buck moans again now as Eddie's finger breaches him, slicking him almost gently.
"Yeah," Buck gasps out as another of Eddie's fingers joins the first. "I would let you do anything to me. Fuck, Eddie. I would- I would, fuck, I- anything, Eddie-"
"I know," Eddie tells him. "I'm gonna have to get creative after this, huh? Bend you over the kitchen table and fuck you with the handle of one of your fancy spatulas? Pull you over my lap and shove the remote up your ass when you can't fucking sit still through a whole movie?"
"Ah, ah," Buck groans at the images, flushing steadily.
Eddie's got three fingers in him now, neither of them patient enough to draw this out.
"Okay, bud," Eddie says, drawing his fingers out and shoving Buck back again. "Let me see you."
Buck looks down at the gear shift and feels his dick twitch against his stomach. It's big, thick, the top flared out even further to make it easier to grip.
When Buck glances back at Eddie, he sees he's shoved his jeans down his thighs now, a hand inside his underwear, stroking his cock as he watches Buck. The underwear, he had said. God.
"What's the matter, baby?" Eddie asks after a moment, when Buck doesn't move. "You don't think you can take it? After I went to all this trouble?"
It's enough to pull Buck back into the moment and he shakes his head forcefully, reaching out for the lube. Eddie chuckles but instead of handing it over, he pours some into Buck's waiting hand.
"Don't want to tempt you," he says and Buck feels his hole flutter at the implication.
After a moment, Buck turns back, taking the lube Eddie gave him and rubbing it along the shaft of the gear stick. Then he takes a deep breath and positions himself over it, feeling the blunt round head press against his hole.
"There you go," Eddie says encouragingly as Buck starts to lower himself. "Take what you need."
Buck groans embarrassingly loud at the feeling of the thickest part of the gear head pushing against his walls.
He has to pause for a second just to breathe. Then, when he goes to lift back up again, Eddie reaches out and grabs his thigh, stilling him.
"No, I don't think so," he says lightly. "If I'm letting you do this, you have to do it right, sweetheart. I want to see your ass flat against the console."
"Oh god," Buck breathes out, spasming a little around the part of the gear shift already jammed inside of him. "It's so- Eddie, it's so-"
It's so big.
"Don't try to pretend like you don't want it," Eddie chastises him, flicking the head of Buck's dick meanly before leaning back in his seat again and still stroking himself lazily. "Now sit down and say thank you."
Buck chokes out a sob as he bares down steadily, chest heaving when he finally feels his ass make contact with the glossy plastic surface of the console. He hears Eddie let out a breathy groan and he opens his eyes at the sound, not realizing he had closed them. He sees Eddie stripping himself roughly now and Buck feels so... full. In every way possible.
"Thank you," he manages roughly, after a moment, and Eddie's breath hitches as he comes all over his hand, soiling that fucking underwear all over again.
"Fuck," Buck breathes out.
He doesn't know if he can lever himself up and down on this thing, if getting down the first time was any indication, so he tentatively tries grinding forward lightly, cock bouncing obscenely even with his controlled little movements.
"Uh, uh, uh," Buck rocks himself against the gear shift more steadily and Eddie leans forward, pulling him into a filthy kiss.
"So good, baby," he says when he pulls back, one of his hands still cupping Buck's cheek. "You're taking it so well. I knew you could."
"So- ah. Eddie, it's so-" he chokes on the words as Eddie wraps a hand around him.
"Feel good?" Eddie asks as he starts to stoke Buck while he continues to rock himself backwards and forwards. "Does your needy little hole finally feel full enough? Or do we need to get something else in there? Keep stuffing you full until it's finally enough?"
Buck pitches forward onto Eddie's chest as he starts to come messily between them, painting the console, the driver's seat, Eddie's jeans. Eddie works him through it, but with the gear shift still pressed so steadily inside of him, it's like it just keeps going.
"Oh, sweetheart," Eddie whispers when Buck finally slumps against him, shaking.
He gets both of his hands under Buck's thighs and lifts him up off the gear shift in a single motion as Buck cries out loudly, his cock spurting again at the feeling of it dragging against his walls as Eddie pulls him off.
Buck fists his hands into the back of Eddie's t-shirt and clings to him tightly as he cries against his neck, completely overwhelmed, while Eddie rubs little circles along his back.
But when Buck finally gathers himself enough to pull back a little, he sees Eddie's brow furrowed, looking genuinely concerned.
"Too much?" he asks softly, but Buck's shaking his head before the words are even fully out.
"No, god- perfect," he tells his boyfriend, leaning in for a kiss that's readily given. "So fucking good, Eddie. Jesus. I can't believe-"
He turns slightly to look down at the gear shift, still shiny with lube, and his fully spent cock still manages to twitch against Eddie's stomach at the sight. The rain is still pelting at the windows, the roof of the truck.
"You're going to have to drive us home," he whispers, hearing the awe in his own voice at the thought.
Eddie laughs, relaxing underneath him again.
"And to work tomorrow," he says, kissing Buck's neck. "And the grocery store. The gym."
Buck shivers against him, still naked against Eddie's almost fully clothed body.
"Thank you," he breathes out, not needing any kind of reminder with how much he means it right now.
Every single time they drive the truck now. God.
Eddie hugs him a little tighter.
"You're welcome, sweetheart."