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The aftermath of Eddie coming to help him with his toy… situation… is different in almost every way from what Buck was expecting.
To start, he wasn't expecting to have to call anyone tonight, much less the guy who he was riding the stand-in knot of. Much, much less with the reason being that he got the aforementioned stand-in knot stuck in his ass. He could go point-by-point through every way that the evening devolved away from his expectations after that if he really wanted to, but for the first time in nearly three hours, his dick is entirely soft, and the soreness in his hole faded enough to mostly ignore, and he knows the second he starts replaying the finer details, at the very least one of those facts is going to change.
So, skipping the intermediate details—the… really, really kind of amazing intermediate details—he can focus on the most important difference of all. Which is that somehow, in the aftermath of Eddie torturing him with a fake knot, he learned that Eddie likes him, and he likes Eddie, and they both like each other. And they want to fuck each other about that. And kiss and cuddle and hug each other about that. And spend the rest of their lives with each other about that.
Somehow, those details didn't make the cut of his imaginations for the evening. He'll have to note for the future to dream bigger.
And after the aftermath—the aftermath of the aftermath—he gets to enjoy his favorite part of the evening yet. It's not electric pleasure like the sex from earlier, or giddy joy like the moments of realization, but just something soft. Intimate. It's the two of them, lying quietly content against each other in a filthy bed, having already talked and talked and talked through everything that needs to be said. Long stretches of silence are interrupted by sporadic moments of conversation, thoughts spoken without filters, entirely disconnected from one another, but all of them good.
It's a comfortable thing. It feels like his very first sneak peek of what the rest of his life is going to be like.
It's at some point in this hazy period that Eddie speaks again, after a particularly long stretch of quiet, long enough for Buck to have damn near melted into the wolf's embrace.
"Can I say something kind of weird?"
With his head pressed against Eddie's chest, Buck can feel the full rumble of his voice as he talks, more experiencing the words than actually listening to them. There's an almost thoughtful note to Eddie's voice that Buck barely catches, mind still lost somewhere in the soupy pleasure of enjoying Eddie's company, but it's enough to ping something in his brain. Thoughtful is a new one, for this odd period of saying anything and everything. It stands out amid the horny jokes and heartfelt comments, enough so to have him snuffling slightly and mumbling, eyes still closed, "Mmn, Eddie, you can say anything you want, 's long as you keep up that thing you're doing with your hands."
Which maybe could have been formulated into a somewhat more coherent reply, but Eddie's the one who has him all fucking soupy, so he's just going to have to deal with soupy replies. They're each other's now. Eddie has to deal with him, soup and all.
Which Eddie seems to have absolutely zero problems doing, as he laughs breathlessly and scratches a little bit firmer with the hand he had been carding through Buck's hair since they settled enough to lie down. "That so?"
Buck hums, content, and Eddie's hand slides up just that tiniest bit to settle at the base of Buck's ear, scratching at just the right spot. Fuck, he's never giving Eddie back. "Yup. You've pretty much trapped me." He sighs, faux-forlorn, and leans even further into Eddie, even as his tail picks up into a slow wag against both their legs. "Say your worst."
"My worst?" Eddie questions back teasingly, voice overwhelmingly fond. "Puppy, you can't even handle a conversation enough to open your eyes. I don't think you're ready for my worst."
"I can handle all of you, at any time," Buck replies back hazily, eyes still closed.
"You sure about that?"
"Yup. Hit me."
"Alrighty then," Eddie replies, a 'well, you asked for it,' sort of tone to his voice. The wolf hybrid breathes in slowly, enough that Buck's head rises with the motion, and then adjusts a tiny bit against the bed. "I kinda wasn't expecting you to be so noisy in bed."
Buck's eyes pop open.
His tail freezes to a stop in its lazy way.
Before he even consciously allows it, his head is popping up from Eddie's chest, dislodging the hand along his ears, and he doesn't even have time to mourn how much of a devastating loss that is, because the very real possibility that he is in cahoots—has been in cahoots, is in the aftermath of the aftermath of cahoots— with some sort of form stealing, shapeshifting entity has become entirely possible.
Because in what world does Eddie Diaz expect him to be quiet in any way?
He stares at Eddie, mouth opening and closing.
"You," Buck finally says, eyebrows raising and ears arching up slightly, "Didn't expect me," he glances down at his own chest, like he's checking he's still him, then back up at Eddie, reiterating, "Me! To talk a lot in bed. Me?"
"I didn't say talk," Eddie replies, smiling a small, knowing smile that looks unfairly attractive on him. "I said noise."
Buck narrowed his eyes slightly. "Are you just playing the synonym game to confuse me again? I hate the synonym game. You know I hate that game."
Eddie laughs, says, "I was expecting you to talk, Buck. Of course, I was expecting that. I know you."
"Then I'm… kind of confused what exactly you were surprised by?"
Buck watches as something in Eddie's face shifts, as he leans forward the tiniest bit, like that bit of extra closeness will make whatever he's about to say even more private.
"It wasn't just talking." He says, slowly, words like honey. His mouth ticks into a tiny smirk, voice lowering ever so slightly. "You whine, Buck. Like a lot. Especially when I was touching you, but even when I wasn't."
Buck feels, for what feels like the dozenth time this evening, a low stirring of heat in his gut. Fuck, this man's voice. Fuck his gorgeous face and his sculpted body and his big beautiful heart, but right now, fuck especially his voice. If he is as close to him as he is for a single other sentence with that delivery, he's fucked. Survival instincts time.
He rolls off of and away from Eddie, settling onto his side and directly into a wet spot. Because of course. Not that it's really that hard, considering how many of them there are. They were extremely thorough. It was a really good time.
…He should be defending himself.
"I don't whine that much."
Eddie arches an eyebrow up, and at that point, the bed takes its perfect opportunity to roll the dildo into the now lower spot along the mattress, settling long and hard and still somehow fucking slightly damp with lube against Buck's lower leg. Buck stiffens, and his blush spreads again, warm and hot and incriminating along his cheeks. That thing will never stop victimizing him. "Okay, so maybe I whine a bit, but I don't think that's weird. I was feeling a lot, too. I'm pretty sure some noise is normal."
"Some noise?" Eddie echoes, tail picking up a slow wag between his thighs.
Buck reflects briefly on what all he can remember from the past few hours. Hm. Eddie might have a point.
"Okay, fine, so maybe a lot of noise. Still not weird. Or unexpected."
"It wasn't just the amount," Eddie replies, leaning over onto his side and kissing Buck, just barely enough to feel before leaning back. With his lips still ghosting over Buck's, he laughs lowly and whispers, "You whine like a dog, puppy."
Buck's tail picks up back into it’s own wag behind him as he shoves gently against Eddie's chest, smiling widely. "Fuck you, man. I whine like a person."
"You sure about that, Buck? Maybe you've got some extra dog in you after all," Eddie teases, leaning back towards Buck and kissing him again, even as Buck laughs against his lips. "Just enough to whine and whimper like one. Just enough to take a knot like one."
An even more noticeable flash of heat spikes again in Buck's stomach with Eddie's words, which he pointedly ignores, because he is spent, thank you. "I whine and whimper like a human. Unlike you, mister wolf-man of many talents over here, I don't have too many traits to keep track of. I know exactly what I've got going on. And," he adds, voice lowering, sultry, "I'd have taken a knot whether I was a dog hybrid or not, so long as I knew you had one. So that point doesn't count."
Eddie's eyes dilate slightly, replying, "Still took you knowing I had a knot for you to want it like a dog. Maybe it also took me fucking you with a knot for you to whine like one."
"See, you keep walking over the important thing there. The only important thing."
"And what would that be?"
"You," Buck smiles. "I wanted your knot." He leans in close again, kissing Eddie, tail sweeping up and over his hip. "I whined because you were the one holding the toy. It's all you, Eds."
Eddie smiles, eyes crinkling slightly, happiness painted clear across his face. His tail sweeps across Buck in turn, even as he teases back. "Fifty, fifty then. I'm not opposed to partial credit."
"All human, baby," Buck breathes against his lips. "Whines included. Full points for my noisiness go to you."
"Whatever you say, puppy," Eddie replies, leaning into Buck even further. "Either way, I'll be hearing those whines again. You can try to tell me how human they are when you're whimpering on my knot."
The issue with having a life-changing sexual encounter in his early thirties instead of his early twenties is that Buck really does kind of have to put some boundaries on it.
When he was twenty-two, dumb and horny in Montana, spending his mornings wrangling horses and his evenings drunk on cheap beer, none of it mattered. If he found someone truly spectacular to spend his night with, he would milk that encounter. Three rounds, or four, or five, riding the pleasure all the way through the late night and into the morning. He'd call out (or more realistically, no show) if he had a shift and wanted to keep fucking around, or if his alarm clock went off and he was too sore to even consider riding a horse. None of it mattered. To him, good sex was worth more than the money he'd just turn back into alcohol, anyway. If he got fired, he'd leave and find someplace where he didn't have a reputation to do it all over again.
At thirty-three, things were different.
Because when Eddie pulled his cock out of his pants, and Buck begged, sore and spent and nervous system lit on fire, for Eddie to 'f-fuck me, please, I can take it, please please please. Wa—uh--want it now,' he didn't even manage to roll back over ass up before the wolf hybrid was chuckling, and kissing away the rest of his words with a gentle, 'Not today, puppy. Don't want to hurt you. And unless you want to explain to Bobby why you're limping any worse than you probably already will, I think we should leave that pretty little hole of yours alone for today.'
Of course, he begged for Eddie to change his mind, but he knew that the other man was right. They were already pushing the amount of sleep they were going to get before the shift the next day, and when they eventually stumbled to their feet to get washed up, he practically hobbled to the bathroom, to the tune of Eddie's delighted, smug laughter.
So he didn't get to take Eddie's knot that day. And after they were both soft and cuddled against each other, they realized they wouldn't get an opportunity to try for another nearly two weeks.
The dildo incident happened on Thursday, and it didn't take any discussion at all to know they couldn't do it on a day they had a shift, which automatically ruled out half the next week. His own embarrassed confession that he probably wouldn't be able to walk straight the day after taking Eddie's knot for the first time both ruled out the other half of the week and made Eddie's tail wag obnoxiously. Their next stretch of seventy-two off was already mostly reserved, with a sip-n-paint Karen was hosting on the first day, and babysitting Jee-Yun on the second. The third day was entirely open, but wandered back into the territory of I don't know if I can take your massive fucking dick and be a person again the next day.
(Eddie's tail wagged at that again. Even more obnoxiously. Buck likes to pretend his own tail didn't wag in response, just at how happy the wolf was, even in his smugness.)
So not that week. Not any of the working week after that. But their seventy-two off after that? Entirely empty. Empty enough that they can have their fun the first day, and have two whole days to recover. He's never been so happy to schedule sex into his calendar. Namely because he has never once been in a situation where he's had to. But the simple act of opening up his calendar app and setting a little reminder for that Tuesday— going through the options and labeling it as an 'All Day Event' with the only description being a little knotted rope emoji, and immediately sending an invite to Eddie— makes him so bone-deep joyful that his tail nearly wags a bruise into Eddie's thigh.
He would maybe be upset about the wait if it didn't mean he had twelve days to bask in the fact that he has a boyfriend now. 'Or a mate,' he had teased Eddie, fingers gently combing through the tufts of fur at the ends of the wolf's ears as they eased off to sleep together that first night, only to realize they hadn't at all discussed what they were. 'Since that's what you wolves do.'
'Don't care what you call it,' Eddie had hummed in reply, curling more into Buck. ‘Long as you're mine.'
So maybe boyfriends. Maybe mates. Maybe something else. He doesn't really care what the label is, because he knows with every bit of himself that the word won't change the fact that Eddie is his person, in every way. And twelve days is the perfect start to a lifetime of loving his person, even without sex.
Or it would be perfect if Eddie hadn't started acting weird.
Not big weird.
Not consistently weird.
Not even important-enough-to-mention weird.
Just… enough to notice.
It happens for the first time on Saturday, ten days from The Day. When Eddie drives home from the firehouse, Buck follows him.
Their cars play chase down the streets, intentionally slowing and speeding up in sync, never allowing a car to get in between them. Buck guns it through a yellow light he normally would have stopped for, and Eddie waits an obnoxiously long time at an unprotected right turn for a gap large enough for both their cars, and it feels so much like dancing it makes Buck feel a little giddy behind the wheel, smiling at nothing and so focused on the idea of Eddie in front of him that he doesn't even sing along to the radio.
Their cars pull into the driveway in sync with one another, and Buck pops out of the car tail already wagging. He meets Eddie halfway between their cars, and barely has the time to acknowledge that the wolf's tail is moving as well before they're kissing, making up for the time on shift where they weren't able to.
They walk to the front door hand-in-hand, meeting Carla and thanking her, so caught up in the joy of being home that they don't even realize until she pointedly looks down at their hands. They both blush, but Buck just squeezes Eddie's hand tighter and waits for the wolf to squeeze back before they move into the house, hands still clasped.
They breeze through the late morning together, pulling apart only when Chris comes into the room, bleary-eyed and still in pajamas. They (Buck) make breakfast, and they (all of them, but mostly Eddie) eat together at the still slightly untidy table, settling dishes in between pieces of a half-finished school project, balancing cups of milk and juice where they hopefully won't topple over. He and Eddie keep sharing glances, ears perked up, as if to say, 'Can you believe this? A family breakfast?', even though in every way that matters, it's no different from any of the dozens of meals they've shared before it, down to the way their knees knock into each other under the table. It's certainly no different to Chris, who squints down at his plate of pancakes, then back up at the two of them, and asks for maybe the third time, "Can one of you please pass the syrup?"
Chris wanders back to his room after breakfast, and Eddie takes up station at the sink, cleaning through the dishes and loading the dishwasher as Buck brings them over. As the table and stove slowly clear, Buck can feel his smile growing, inching wider across his face with every bit closer he gets to having Eddie to himself. When the final dish gets placed into the dishwasher, he's leaned so close that he's practically perched on the counter next to Eddie, ears arched up and tail wagging.
Eddie starts the dishwasher and pulls his phone out of his pocket for just a second, eyes skimming something over intently. Buck leans a tiny bit closer, but the phone is angled in such a way that he can't make out whatever he's reading, just a tiny hint of red at the top of the screen. It's only a few short (infinitely long) seconds before Eddie turns back to Buck with a small inquisitive smile. "Hey, Buck?"
Buck smiles back, "Yeah?"
He's bracing for a cute question, something even a little dirty maybe, based on the warm undertone to Eddie's voice. His tail wags that tiny bit harder.
"Did your parents—" Huh. Well, that's immediately a mood killer, "—ever get genetic testing done for your hybrid traits when you were a kid?"
His tail slows again, and he slumps slightly off the counter. "Uh—?"
"Like to see what all you had going on?" Eddie clarifies, ears perking up, head tilting slightly, and eyes surprisingly intense. "Dietary needs, special requirements… hidden features?"
"That's uh… um, no. No, I don't think so," Buck shakes his head, straightening fully. "I didn't know they did that? I kinda just figured out everything as I grew up."
"Hm," Eddie hums back, left ear flicking slightly, eyes still burningly intense. He doesn't say anything else.
"Is that…important?" Buck asks, hesitantly, feeling all at once ill-footed. "Should I go get that done?"
Something about his tone seems to get through to Eddie, and all at once, the intensity is gone as the wolf melts in front of his eyes, posture relaxing and face softening. "Oh, no. You're totally fine, Buck." He steps closer to Buck, tail curling to wrap around Buck's leg. "If there was something serious, you would have known by now. It's mostly for little kids. I was just curious."
There's a slightly…off note in Eddie's voice, but his face is all sincerity. Buck thinks for a moment, contemplating, before it clicks. He smiles, small and fond, and turns to step even further into Eddie's space. "'Dietary needs and special requirements?'" He echoes, voice soft. "Not even forty-eight hours in, and you're already trying to take care of me."
Eddie looks down at him before smiling, a tiny tick up on one side of his mouth. "Yeah. Something like that."
It's Monday, eight days before The Day. Buck has an appointment after work, a routine visit to the eye doctor. There's absolutely no reason to cancel it, but he kind of wants to anyway, just so he can go over to Eddie's house sooner.
When he finally leaves the appointment, one hour and an unchanged vision score later, he immediately makes his way to Eddie's place. The door opens under his key, and quiet background noise filters in, the murmur of talking without any clearly defined words. His ears perk up, and as he moves further into the house, the noise clarifies, the voices becoming distinct. Not Eddie's or Chris's, he immediately realizes, but not entirely unfamiliar either. It has a low timber, like melted honey where it meets his ears, and speaks with an even, practiced tone, words smooth. It takes him a second to place it.
It takes him less than a second to race to the living room, and turn the corner, ears pressed flat against his head and voice indignant. "Are you watching a documentary?"
He doesn't even bother glancing at the TV, because now that he's connected it, he knows that narrator. He's entirely focused on Eddie, who is jerking from where he had been watching the TV to face the entryway. His eyes are slightly wide, ears turning back and to the side, and Buck realizes with a small start that he surprised Eddie, enhanced senses and all. He very, very rarely manages to sneak up on Eddie, only when the wolf is supremely focused or distracted, and if he wasn't so caught up in his indignation, he'd be almost delighted.
"You don't watch documentaries without me," Buck continues, voice a whine. "What the fuck."
"Uh," Eddie says, eloquently, eyes still wide. He stuffs the phone Buck didn't even notice he was holding into his waistband. "I do today?"
"Uh, no, you don't." Buck objects, frowning. "We always watch them together. You don't like watching TV by yourself. You say it makes you feel lonely."
"I was only kind of paying attention to it," Eddie justifies, that weird fucking note from a few days ago back in his voice again, even as he stares up at Buck sincerely. "I just wanted the time ‘til I got to see you again to pass faster. It was just background noise."
A sound from the TV spikes louder, and Buck glances at the screen, just in time to watch some sort of sport dog sprint across the screen, stride long and warm golden fur wind slicked. A moment later, the same shot is shown slowed down, details crisp where it focuses on the dog's legs. On the Golden retriever's legs.
He blinks. Blinks again, then turns back to Eddie.
"Dogs? You're watching a documentary about dogs?"
"Not just dogs," he corrects, "Golden Retrievers."
"You're watching a documentary about Golden Retrievers?"
Eddie stares at him for a second longer before his face softens.
"I missed you."
It's Thursday, five days before The Day, and what was supposed to be one evening of Jee-Yun babysitting has stretched overnight from Wednesday and into the late afternoon of today, on account of some sort of plumbing disaster at the Han household. Jee had turned into nothing short of a little menace when she realized she would be getting to stay the night, and had spent the last eighteen hours wreaking havoc on the Diaz household. Which might be slightly their fault since they loaded her up with sugar in anticipation of her being picked up on time, but still.
She had been bouncing person to person, tugging on pants legs, wielding markers like weapons, and making messes out of things that no child should be capable of making messes out of. It was enough that Chris even abandoned them, calling a friend to have their parents come pick him up for a day out, and offering him and Eddie no pity as they pleaded with him to stay.
It was another hour after that before Eddie finally managed to convince Jee to settle down for a nap, talking her down with enough tenderness that Buck thinks he might have fallen in love again. Eddie walks her to Chris' empty room for a nap, hand in tiny hand, and comes back out ten minutes later, leaving a sleeping Jee behind. As soon as the door is shut, Buck wraps a gentle hand around the back of Eddie's neck, guiding him into a kiss with a soft, 'Thank you.'
The morning had worn on them both, and they wordlessly moved to the couch, settling onto it and around each other in a way that's as natural as breathing. Eddie lies down first on his back, and Buck drapes himself atop Eddie, face down. He'd never been in this half of the position before this relationship, too scared to let his full weight rest on anyone else, but Eddie made it possible. Made it perfect.
Eddie had confessed, quietly, that he loves the bone-deep pressure, the sensation of being blanketed. Told Buck that it scratches an itch that a weighted blanket could never touch, always too light to do anything with his strength tolerance as high as it is. Apparently, Buck being as big as he was, wider and taller than Eddie, and all densely muscled, just made the weight distribution even better. Better than he'd ever had with a partner before.
So Buck is more than content to let Eddie have that, as often as he wants it. Especially when he gets a delightfully warm heating pad out of it.
Neither of them are especially in need of a full nap, so they just cuddle against each other, enjoying the simple pleasure of shared company and closeness. Buck is slung lower across Eddie's chest, eyes half squinted shut with sleepiness, while Eddie lazily scrolls through something on his phone, the device propped up in one hand above Buck's head.
Buck's blinks are long, slow— seconds passing between flutters of lashes. He's warm, the type of warm he only ever gets to be when he's pressed up against Eddie, body to body and heart to heart. He would stay here forever if he could, in this moment.
"Ah, fuck—"
Or not.
Something clatters to the floor next to the couch, plasticy sounding and loud in the quiet of the room. Buck's eyes flinch open, and he lifts his head to stare over the side of the couch, Eddie doing the same below him. He stares at the item.
"Your phone," Buck says blankly.
"My phone," Eddie echoes, forlorn
They both continue to stare at it, where it's bounced a few feet away from the sofa, far outside of either of their reaches, screen side down. And then slowly, Eddie turns to look at Buck, eyes pleading, lips dropping into a tiny pout. His ears even press down a bit against his head, the big, stupid puppy. Buck already knows what's about to happen.
"Baby," Eddie begins.
"Please don't make me move."
"I think I dropped something. On the floor."
"Please," Buck begs, "Please, I'm so comfortable. I might never feel this comfortable again."
"It's out of my reach," Eddie continues, eyes somehow getting even more pleading, wide and wet and needy, a god damn, highly effective, literal set of puppy dog eyes. "And I can't move with you on top of me."
"Please," Buck repeats, "You don't know how warm I am. You get to be this warm all the time. This is my only chance. If you ask me, I can't say no to you. You know I can't."
"If you'd be up to doing a really big favor for me…"
"Eddieeee," Buck whines.
"Could you please grab my phone off the floor for me?"
Eddie finishes it off with a perfect triple combo, ears pressing all the way flat against his head, lashes fluttering, and voice dipping into something soft and sweet at the end.
Buck, who would have been fucked with even one of those, groans loudly and dramatically throws his legs off Eddie, twisting sideways until he's sitting with his feet on the ground. Eddie, the bastard, doesn't even hold his pout long enough for Buck's ass to leave his thighs. As soon as Buck starts moving, his ears immediately perk up, his tail starts wagging, and a small, smug smile makes a home of his face.
Buck lurches to his feet, takes one step, and leans forward to swipe Eddie's phone off the ground. As his fingers wrap around it, he shoots a look back over his shoulder at Eddie, whose tail is still wagging proudly, and says, "Ear scratches. You're giving them to me."
"Yes, I am," Eddie chirps, self-satisfied, as he reaches out a hand palm side up, "Now gimme that."
"You and this phone," Buck sighs with a fond eye-roll. "What happened to the Eddie who was scared of anything with a display? I miss him."
As he straightens up from grabbing it, he glances down and notices with a sudden, unignorable spike of curiosity that the phone is still on. It's face down in his hand, but the edges around it are glowing faintly, radiating light across his fingers.
And listen— Buck isn't going to lie here.
He has been extremely curious about Eddie's phone usage the past week, which had seemingly tripled overnight. Not to say that it was that hard to notice, considering that the wolf hybrid historically almost exclusively uses his phone to take calls, send texts, or play fucking minesweeper, but still. It had gone up significantly, and Buck had noticed.
He'd been very, very good about it, too. About noticing it. He hadn't asked Eddie to tell him what he was doing, or tried to peek over his shoulder (any more than a few times, at least), and he had been doing his very best to respect Eddie's boundaries in a new relationship. It was very admirable.
But now, with the still phone in his hand, biting back that curiosity seems almost impossible. And Eddie had asked him to grab it for him. Maybe he wanted Buck to look.
"What were you doing on it, anyway?" Buck asks, impulse control sliding away as he flips the phone in his palm face up, looking down at the device. In the corner of his vision, Eddie's expression blanches.
As the phone twists in his hand, he just barely gets a glance at what was on the already dimmed screen before the device goes to sleep, screen going entirely black, giving up from its time idling upside down. Which, had it been literally any other website, wouldn't have been long enough to tell anything at all. But for Buck, who had spent extensively long nights scrolling through that same website, chasing rabbit holes and reading stories, it was plenty.
"Eddie Diaz," he begins in disbelief, looking up slowly. "Was that Reddit?"
Eddie stares at him, hand still extended out from the couch. "It wasn't… not Reddit."
Which is a lie. A big fat lie.
Buck closes the distance to Eddie and drops the phone onto his palm. "Since when are you a Redditor?"
"I'm not a Redditor," he replies, immediately, hand curling around the phone and shoving it into the pocket between his thighs. His voice is doing that weird thing again. "I'm just a person who was on Reddit. Today."
"What could you possibly need to be on Reddit for?" Buck asks. His internal conviction to remain standing for this interrogation lasts all of half a second, and he almost immediately flops forward to land hard across Eddie's torso, prompting a quiet oof from the other man. He adjusts until he's into something approaching a neat arrangement across Eddie's body, and continues, head propped up. "People only use it to learn, to laugh, or to look at porn, and you haven't told me any jokes or new facts. And I refuse to believe I'm dating someone who watches porn on Reddit."
"I'm not watching Reddit porn," Eddie objects, hand automatically adjusting up to settle in Buck's hair. His face wrinkles slightly. "People actually watch porn on there?"
"Yeah, like, a lot of people I think."
"Really?"
"I mean, it's free, and people are horny. It kinda makes sense, but—" he cut himself off suddenly, adjusting up further and narrowing his eyes at Eddie, "But! If that's not what you're doing, that doesn't matter. What are you doing?"
"What did you say the other two categories were?"
"Uh, learning things or laughing at things."
Eddie looks contemplative for a few seconds, and his fingers tap a small, nearly unnoticed rhythm along the back of Buck's head. "I'm… learning things."
"You're learning… things… on Reddit?"
"Yep," Eddie replies, fingers settling a little firmer into Buck's hair and starting up a petting rhythm around his ears, scratching around the base and working in circles down his head. A small shiver goes down Buck's spine and pleasure floods his brain as he goes to reply.
"What have you been learning?"
"I can't tell you yet."
"Yet," Buck echoes. "Why not now?"
Eddie laughs, "That would spoil the surprise."
"It'd still surprise me if I learned it right now," Buck pouts, some of the fight dropping out of him as he melts back into Eddie's chest, retort entirely lacking heat.
"I promise you'll like it more if you don't," Eddie teases. "Now quit being a brat and let me pet your ears. You might even have time to get your own nap in before Jee starts destroying the place again."
"Mm," Buck hums, eyes squinting shut as the fingers keep moving in his hair, petting through fur and twisting curling strands. They scratch a focused little movement around his ears, and it feels so fucking good, like Eddie has a secret cheat code sheet to make Buck feel as good as possible, as long as possible. "Fine. But I don't like this whole secret nonsense."
"Yeah, you do."
Yeah, I kinda do.
Buck flicks his ear, "Shut up."
Time passes, minutes of Eddie working over Buck's ears until he's fully slumped into, body relaxed into near-sleep and eyes closed, before Eddie moves. One of his hands slides down Buck's head and settles loose around the back of his neck, sending shivers through the dog-hybrid's body.
Eddie speaks again, his voice a low whisper that ghosts over Buck's ears without ever really being heard.
"Don't worry about it, puppy. I'll show you soon."
"-Ah, Eddie, fuck-"
It's Tuesday, and—
"Buck, careful of the-" A laugh, breathless, "You're gonna fall down the stairs if you don't-"
It's finally Tuesday, after twelve days of—
"Not gonna fall, I can— I can see better when I'm kissing you-"
After days of waiting, they made it to Tues—
"You just slammed your hip into the rail, stop—" Eddie laughs again, the sound muffled by a mouth on his, "Stop! We're both gonna fall. The bed. Let's go to the-"
Fuck it.
It's The Day.
As soon as they walked through the door of Buck's apartment building, they were kissing. Not the loft door, not even the elevator door, just the damn door into the very public lobby of the building. They walked clumsily to the elevator until they were close enough for Eddie to blindly throw a hand back and fumble for the up button, finding it and pressing it as Buck crowds him in. Eddie nearly falls on his ass as the elevator immediately opens behind them, and Buck laughs messily as Eddie pulls him back in with him, both stumbling.
They don't stop kissing the entire elevator ride up, barely pulling apart enough to breathe, and Buck doesn't even pause to consider the possibility of someone stopping the elevator to get in. He doesn't consider much of anything, really, because after a lifetime of waiting, he finally gets to have Eddie. Between working and maintaining secrecy around Chris, they haven't had the time to do anything more than kiss and occasionally cuddle, and they are more than ready to remedy that now.
Like right now.
As they finally get to his loft, they pull apart just long enough for Buck to unlock the door, and immediately slam back together as they stumble up the stairs. When they finally get to the top, Buck's hip slightly bruised and both of them kiss-drunk and laughing, he almost can't believe it's finally time. Eddie's cheeks are flushed a rosy pink, and he looks so fucking beautiful, even as he laughs at the way Buck pulls back slightly to rub at his hip once they're finally on flat ground.
"Ready for the bed now?" Eddie teases, head cocking to the side as he takes another step back towards it. "Or you want to bump into a few dozen more things first?"
"I can handle a couple of bruises," Buck pants, hands fumbling for his shirt as he pulls it off and over his head, tossing it somewhere in the corner. "It's all— all just part of the process, baby."
"The process? You normally try to break ankles getting to the bedroom?" Eddie asks, sitting back on the mattress and toeing off the shoes Buck hadn't even realized they forgot to take off at the door, letting them drop next to the nightstand neatly. He looks up at Buck coyly as he asks the question, expression equally amused and heated.
"Don't need ankles in bed," Buck replies with conviction, squinting down at his feet as he tries to get out of his shoes without falling over or unlacing them. They're laced high enough up his ankles that he'll really have to fight to wiggle them off. Better shoe choices next time, he thinks. "'Sides, means we can stay here longer, right? Were you planning on walking away?"
"I wasn't planning on walking away, but I was planning on having to carry you tomorrow," Eddie replies, leaning forward slightly, voice lowering and eyes twinkling, "You were the one who said you weren't gonna be able to walk, right? That you couldn't even try the day before a working day? Don't think I misheard you the first time you were admiring how big I was— or the second or third times, now that I'm thinking about it."
"Shut up," Buck blushes, finally kicking off his first shoe with enough force that it smacks into the far wall with a loud thud. He looks up at it, startled, then back down to his other shoe, stuttering, "That was just— precautionary. That was just in case. You're not actually that big."
"You think so?"
"Yup," Buck lies, kicking off his second shoe with much more precision than the first, and then glancing up at Eddie again. He freezes and groans, "Fuck. You look so good, Eddie."
Eddie smiles up at him coyly, eyes dark. "I'm just sitting here, Buck."
"Yeah, but— God," he cuts himself off, steps closer to where Eddie is. He hasn't taken anything but his shoes off, still dressed all the way down to his socks, but he's sitting on the edge of the bed with a sense of such easeful confidence that even his relaxed posture feeds directly into the low, building arousal in Buck's spine. His hands rest loosely on his knees, legs splayed open, and even through the denim of his jeans, Buck can see the intimidating bulge of his cock where it's started to stiffen up. "Sitting’s enough. You don't know how good you look."
"I haven't even taken my clothes off," Eddie replies, legs settling out a little wider, inviting.
"Doesn't matter," Buck says, taking another step forward. "You'd look good in anything. In nothing. Do you know how hard it's been to make myself not look this past week? To not just stare at you every day, in your turnouts or workout clothes, or even just your everyday shit? I knew if I let myself look, actually look, I'd want to touch, and if I touched, I'd wanna taste. And if I tasted— fuck."
"'If you give a mouse a cookie?'"
"Yeah. God. Exactly that."
"Or if you give a dog a bone?" Eddie amends, slyly, shifting a hand to rest along the waistband of his pants.
"Uh-huh," Buck replies absently, eyes tracking the movement as Eddie's thumb slips to rest near the button of the jeans. "Wouldn't have made it twelve days. Wouldn't have made it twelve hours. But I get to look at you now."
"You get to do more than look, puppy," Eddie replies, glancing up through his lashes at Buck as he finally thumbs the button open, the top inch or two of the waistband immediately splaying out, revealing the navy boxers beneath.
"Yeah," Buck breathes.
And then he's moving.
He closes the distance to Eddie in two long steps, crowding in between his thighs and leaning down to kiss him. Eddie immediately reaches up with both hands to wrap them around the back of Buck's head, fingers just barely grazing his ears as he pulls him into the kiss even firmer. Buck lets out a quiet "Mmh—!" against Eddie's lips as the wolf doesn't relent the pressure, pulling them both back more firmly onto the bed, not letting Buck stray from him for a second as he guides them to the center of the mattress.
Even as Eddie is moving them, Buck's hands are working, one of them planting splayed out on the bed, the other fumbling blindly with Eddie's zipper, grabbing it and pulling it down. The heat of Eddie's dick grazes against Buck's fingers as he unzips the pants, and just the implication has him moaning against Eddie's mouth, "Off, off— Get your—"
He pulls back from Eddie's mouth, a strand of saliva briefly connecting them, looking down between their torsos at Eddie's crotch. "Want them off, I've been so patient, Eddie—"
"Help me," Eddie pants, leaving no room for suggestion as he lets go of the grip he has on the back of Buck's head, fingers scratching against Buck's scalp firm enough to send shivers down his spine as he pulls away, urging him down. "C'mon."
Buck sits back, obedient, tail wagging behind him as he settles onto his heels and slides back down Eddie's body, grabbing his pants and underwear and working them off together. The waistband of his underwear slips below Eddie's cock, and it sways out almost immediately, half hard and already so fucking big. Even in just the two weeks it's been since he saw it last, it feels like Buck had forgotten how god damn intimidating it was, long and impossibly girthy with the implication of a knot at the bottom, heavy balls resting below it in a neat cropping of dark hair. A chill goes down his spine, cresting over his shoulders and through his chest, and as he pulls Eddie's pants the rest of the way off, he can't tear his eyes away from it.
His own dick throbs in his pants, jumping from half-hard to achingly hard just at the sight of the other man. He resists the urge to touch himself, doesn't even adjust it where it sits uncomfortably along the seam of his pants, fully focused on the fucking vision that Eddie makes in front of him, legs bare and shirt rucked up enough to reveal the trail of hair leading down his navel, eyes dark where they look down at Buck.
"I uh," Buck tries to say, realizing almost immediately that he hasn't breathed since he set his eyes on Eddie's cock, that there's not even enough air in his lungs to admire him. "I only saw you 'n detail when you were already hard last time. Lights were too dark after to really look at you."
"You're looking at me now?"
"Yeah," Buck breathes, unable to make himself look up at Eddie's face. "Yeah, I'm lookin'. Wanna do more."
As Buck is watching, the very first bead of precum starts to glisten at the tip of Eddie's cock, wet and shiny in the light of the room. Buck's mouth waters. "Wanna touch you." He looks up at Eddie's face, eyes dilated and hungry, tail sweeping across Eddie's leg. "Can I touch you?"
Eddie's cock jumps, barely perceptibly, in front of Buck as the man groans low in his throat, the tiniest flash of fangs showing as he replies, "Yeah. Fuck."
Buck looks back down and breathes out quietly, shakily, "You're so fuckin' pretty, Eds. God." He reaches out a hand, and touches, starting at the tip of Eddie's cock and tracing the veins all the way down with a featherlight touch. He can see the way goosebumps spread across Eddie's skin as the man groans again, quietly, while Buck's finger comes to a rest just above the would-be knot of Eddie's cock.
He hesitates there a second, two, before wrapping the entirety of his hand around the loose skin at the base of Eddie's cock in a single motion, fingertips barely brushing on either side. Eddie groans immediately, a sharp, bitten back, "F-fuck!" His cock jerks as Buck palms the flesh, staring down at it intently. It's hot in his hands, hot like all the rest of Eddie, but so much more noticeable with it filling out his fingers. He squeezes once, just to hear Eddie make a noise again, another stuttery moan, and smiles up at him.
"I researched this, y'know," Buck begins, looking back down at Eddie's cock. "Knots. That night, after I learned that you had one." He dances his fingers back up the shaft, collecting the tiny bits of precum from the head and trailing them back down to the knot, tracing digits around the skin. "Thought just knowing what they'd look like would be enough, but I couldn't stop reading this article. Went into all the details, bout how they worked. What they looked like. What it was like to have one."
"Buck," Eddie groans, hands clenching the fabric of the blankets, muscles in his legs twitching.
"Even before they're popped, they're supposed to be super sensitive, right?" Buck asks, head tilting slightly as he shifts the skin of the knot up, then down. "All this skin, just a bunch of nerve endings. It's a pretty rare feature, so there wasn't the biggest research pool, but the study I was reading said it might even be more sensitive than clits are. Just—" He squeezes again around Eddie, smile sharp as he looks up at the wolf, "Bigger. That sensitive, with so much more room to work with."
"J-Jesus Christ, Buck"
Buck smiles again and raises his hand to spit in it, bringing it back down to smear the wetness around Eddie's knot. "It makes sense though, right? Having it sensitive around the knot. Makes it more likely to knot inside your partner. Best of the pleasure only happens once you're all the way in." He looks back up at the wolf, at the way his pupils are blown wide with pleasure, at his cracked mouth breathing. "Would you say that all sounds accurate? You're my first knot."
Eddie stares down at him, speechless. His cock jumps in Buck's hands.
"Yeah, that's what I thought," Buck continues, eyes twinkling. "I didn't think the article would be wrong, but I just wanted to check." He smiles, cheekily, then glances back at the dick in his hands.
In just minutes, it's gone from half-hard to fully hard, straight and swaying, veins prominent and flushed darker. His fingers no longer close entirely around it, either, he notices with a tiny shock of awe. He breathes out shakily, ears pitching up along his head, suddenly feeling all the way out of control. "Good thing, too. Fuck. I wanna make you feel good. Wanna make you feel so good. Don't know how I managed to wait; I couldn't stop thinking about how big you were."
"Thought you said I wasn't, uh, wasn't that big?" Eddie replies, words slurring around the edges, saturated with pleasure. "Change your mind?"
"I was lying," Buck breathes, stroking all the way up and down the shaft, long enough that jerking him off is a journey. "I'm a fucking liar."
"You like how big I am?"
Buck, unable to stop it, whines. Hungry. "Fucking love it. Haven't even had it yet and I love it."
"Then take it, puppy," Eddie breathes, wetting his lips around fully dropped fangs. "Take what you want."
"Headboard," Buck replies, too quickly. "I wanna— I want room. Wanna taste you before you fuck me."
Eddie dutifully shuffled backwards, propping himself up against the pillows as Buck settles between his spread thighs. Buck lies low, hovering over Eddie's cock, eyes dilated as he pants against the skin, attention shifted entirely from the knot to the head. It's flushed a darker pink, almost red, and is fucking weeping precum down the shaft. His mouth waters enough that it pools around his tongue, and all at once, he doesn't just want to taste it. He needs to—can't wait a moment longer. He braces one hand along the base of his cock, feeling Eddie's hips jerk up as it wraps around the knot, and then bends even closer to give a tiny puppy lick to the very tip of it.
"B-Buck, nnnn—"
The flavor instantly spreads across his tongue, the salt of the precum and the taste of clean skin mingling into something that's all Eddie. His tail straightens behind him, and he draws his tongue back past his lips, letting the taste fill his mouth. He breathes out, shuddery, and leans closer again, tongue darting out for a bigger lick, dragging edge to edge across the glans of Eddie's dick.
Eddie breathes out above him, "Good— good boy," as his hands come to rest in Buck's hair again, fingers twisting into his curls, but applying no pressure.
Buck hums, tail wagging with the praise, and continues licking around the head, tongue dipping into the slit and hunting for more of the same taste. Eddie groans, so pleasured it sounds nearly painful, and Buck laps once more around the head before he finally slowly starts working his way down the shaft, doting the underside with licks without ever actually taking all of it in his mouth.
It's long, so ridiculously, obscenely long, that it takes Buck ages to taste all of him, to get to the treat he really wants. As his tongue finally meets the loose skin of the knot, he whines hungrily, the smooth, velvety glide that he had along noticeably changing into something more textured around the base. Eddie groans above him, hands gripping even tighter in his hair.
The response has him licking more eagerly, wag picking up behind him as he laps at the knot, leaving it spit slick and sensitive as he savors the drag of his tongue along the skin. He makes it maybe a dozen more licks before Eddie tugs a little bit more firmly on his hair, choking out a, "S-stop playing with your food, puppy. F-fuck," as he pulls Buck away from the knot. Buck whines, a tiny sound in the back of his throat, and Eddie redirects him to the head again, "C'mon. Uh— Up here. Yeah, ooohh fuck, yes."
Buck immediately starts mouthing at the tip, licking a few more times before finally opening his lips and wrapping them wide around the girth of the head, feeling the stretch in his lips as he struggles to accommodate the size of it. Eddie's hips jerk up slightly at the suddenness of the motion, his cockhead butting into the center of Buck's mouth against his soft palate, and Buck feels his eyes dilate even as Eddie apologizes.
He works his way back up his dick again, mouthing around the head, and then dives back in as deep as Eddie had pushed it, then a tiny bit further. His jaw pops slightly as he struggles around it, saliva pooling around his lips, messy and wet, smearing against the rest of his cock. He glances up at Eddie and meets the wolf's eyes, sees how hungry they are, and feels a spark of determination in his chest. He takes a tiny breath in through his nose and tries to push down deeper.
The cockhead, blunt and infinitely wide, butts up against the back of his mouth, and his eyes immediately begin watering, squinting against the need to gag. Eddie moans above him, crackily, and he chases the sound, the feedback. He tries to push a tiny bit further, and saliva pools dangerously in his mouth, warningly, before the back of his throat spasms. Immediately, he's pulling away, a messy gag falling out of him as he leans away from Eddie's cock, a strand of saliva connecting him to the tip. He coughs away the rest of the gag roughly, mouth and throat clicking wetly. It leaves his lips even more soaked, and he pants and tries to lick away some of the spit around them, feeling the burn in the back of his throat, and glances up at Eddie's face again with teary eyes, seeking the praise for trying.
Eddie's hand tangles in Buck's hair, petting at the locks, and immediately gives it to him, knowing in the way he always does when Buck needs something. "So good, Buck. Such a good boy. Trying to take me so deep." He meets Buck's gaze, and Buck immediately feels a warm wave of proud satisfaction as he finds everything he was looking for in the wolf's expression. Everything and more.
He's expecting the heat of the swelling arousal in his eyes—he's expecting the awe, the almost-concern. But joining them is a tiny edge of intrigue, almost eclipsed behind the pleasure, but dark and wanting where just moments ago it wasn't. He's seen it before, he knows. He's seen it recently. But panting and fucking hungry, he doesn't even care to remember where.
Eddie dick is glistening under him, wet with drool, and as his eyes slide down its length, he notices with an electric jolt that the saliva just fucking barely reaches the halfway point of the dick, and maybe not even that, dry all the way down on the back side where Buck hadn't licked or taken it into his mouth. Which… he really thought he got further. It was already a lot. It was more than a lot. He wants all of Eddie.
In the back of his mind, though, the only part still grounded, he knows he really can't go further. He's never successfully deep-throated anything, never a person, not even a slim dildo when he tried to train himself into the skill out of curiosity. He's messy. He's always been messy. He gags and drools and struggles, has to be pulled away with a hand in his hair to stop him from crying on cock. And those are just normal dicks, maybe just on the generous side of average, not the fucking beast he's trying to accommodate now.
He places a hand back around the dick, sliding it up to the line of moisture, then a tiny bit further up past that. Setting his limit. That's how far he can—
"You gonna take me deeper?" Eddie asks, voice low, just the barest edge of rasp, the tiniest lisp from his fangs. "Practice with your mouth before I stretch your hole?"
Buck shivers. His ears press flat against his head, and slowly, his hand slides back down to hold around the knot.
"Yeah," he breathes, "All of you. All the way."
"You sure you can do that?"
No.
"Uh-huh. I can do it for you."
Eddie pets around his ears again, and a part of Buck, the back-of-his-mind, grounded part, feels the sensation. It notes the way that Eddie's hands, which just moments ago were overeager and clumsy, catching strands and clenching and releasing with pleasure, are perfectly confident in the motion. Steady.
The rest of his mind— the rest of his body, and mouth, and hands— is too busy focusing on Eddie's cock. On that line of moisture he couldn't push past. On the need to take it all.
He leans back down and feeds it into his mouth, feeling the heat of it, mentally measuring the distance with his hand from mouth to base. It's too fucking much. He keeps pushing deeper.
He gags again and pulls halfway off, hearing Eddie bite back a sound of pleasure, and immediately pushes himself back down, saliva drooling down his face again, drips of it down the dry part of Eddie's cock, muddying the line.
He doesn't even hit the line before he's gagging again, the reflex over-sensitive with his repeated attempts. He pulls back until it's just the tip in his mouth, and licks and mouths around the head in between pants, trying to get his grounding back, waiting for the pressure in his throat to die before he goes back in.
It's on his next dive in, just after the cock pushes into his mouth, that Eddie speaks again. His voice fucking thick with the same note that Buck has been hearing, again, and again, and again the past few days.
"You wanna know something, Buck?" Eddie asks, voice just barely quivering with pleasure as he speaks.
Buck tries to pull up to say some sort of affirmative, but the grip on his hair doesn't move with him like before, keeping him steady where he's at. The fingers of one hand pet through his hair again, "Sh, sh, sh, sh, shh. Don't worry, puppy. I don't need a reply."
Eddie waits until Buck settles again.
"You weren't the only one who spent some time researching."
Confusion, sharp and sudden, washes over Buck. Because the only thing he has researched that has anything to do with today makes no sense for Eddie to research. You don't need to research what you have.
He throws his eyes up to look at Eddie, and tries to pull off his cock, but Eddie soothes him again, not letting him up all the way. He has plenty of room to breathe, and the stopping pressure is light enough that Buck is fully confident Eddie would let him push up if he needed to, but the confidence of the control and the expression on Eddie's face is enough for him to stop trying. His eyes are fucking intense where they meet Buck's, but his voice is gentle, saying, "Shhh. Finish your treat. Let me talk."
Buck freezes and stares up at Eddie's face, waiting for him to continue. Eddie just looks at him for a moment before smiling, small and damn near condescending. He pets again at Buck's hair, and prompts, "Your treat, Buck. Don't worry about me. You can use your mouth and your ears."
Buck blinks, feeling arousal shoot down his spine and embarrassment flush across his cheeks, and realizes that he is very, very fucking into this. He thought the control aspect of his time with the dildo was a fluke, or circumstantial, but just this little exchange has him fucking throbbing in his pants, nerves alight with fire.
Slowly, he drops his eyes back down and rocks a tiny bit deeper onto his cock. Eddie's hand relaxes in his hair, gentling.
"Good b-boy," he says, voice shaking slightly as Buck works around his cock. "I got curious about your whining— after that night. I know I teased you about it, and it mostly was just teasing at—ah— at first, but it got me thinking. And then I couldn't stop thinking. I've had partners before. People I've made feel good, really good, and not a single one of them whined like you. God, the fucking noises you made, B-Buck."
The muscles in Eddie's thighs jump again as Buck twists his hand around the base of his cock, spreading the dripping spit, and the wolf groans before continuing. "You were j-just—just whimpering and whining like a fucking dog. 'Nd you said it was all human, but I just didn't buy it. Couldn't sleep that next day in the bunks, and I looked it up." His hips jerk up, an unconscious little thrust. "F-fuck. Researched it. Didn't find much about the whining, but I did learn there are all sorts of tricks dog hybrids can do when they feel real fucking good. Sometimes even low presentation ones like you."
Tricks?
Even with his mind reeling, Buck keeps lapping down Eddie's cock, and the wolf moans and full body shivers as Buck makes it back to the line again, gagging messily and pulling back. Moan still tapering off, he starts talking again, voice pleasure-soaked. "I—I wasn't even sure if I was gonna mention this today, but you look so fucking g-good— fuck— like this, and I— Buck—"
Eddie cuts himself off as Buck dives down again, pushing against his limit, and gags again, throat burning and mind reeling from what Eddie's saying. As he pulls back, Eddie twists his fingers in Buck's hair, the arousal in his voice thickening. "Uh, you wanna take me so bad. You want it so bad, and you can't." Buck whines around his cock at that, a high-pitched vibration in his throat that must go directly to the other man's cock based on his sharp gasp. "You're so— ah— so fucking messy. So tight. Couldn't relax your hole enough to get a toy out, can't relax your throat enough to let me in."
The heat in Buck's spine is less a shock now and more an ever-present fucking assault, limbs vibrating with pleasure, mouth useless to do anything but take. He thrusts down into the bed, drags his clothed cock across the mattress, and whines again.
Eddie jolts, moans, and pets a final time around Buck's ears before bringing his hands down to Buck's neck, and whispers lowly, almost secretive, "I've got a solution for that, though. An easy fix for a tight hole." His hands squeeze, just slightly, around the back of his neck, voice lowering even further. "Y'want some help? Want me to teach you your first trick, puppy?"
Buck has no idea what that fucking means, but he's nodding nonetheless, the tiniest up and down bob around Eddie's cock as he whines agreeingly, the most he can do without pulling off. He knows as sure as breathing that if Eddie is suggesting it, it's a good idea, the best idea. Eddie breathes out above him, the sound alone awed, and his hips shuffle slightly against the mattress.
"There's a good boy. Such a good boy." The hands now on his neck adjust, one of them framing the back of it, while the other moves to sit on Buck's shoulder. Buck breathes in a tiny startled sound, throat clicking as Eddie continues, low and eager, "Want to know the first thing I learned? The top result on every forum, the top recommendation everyone had?"
Buck whines again, a tiny pleading sound, and settles both his hands on Eddie's thighs, breathing hard.
Eddie shivers again, full-bodied. "Let me show you."
All at once, the hand around the back of his neck starts to tighten, clasping around the skin at the base of his head. Something instinctive in Buck's system jerks, a tiny flash of alarm, and his eyes widen at the sensation, at the squeezing grip. The hand tightens, and at first, it's just pressure. Pressure, and pressure, and pressure, unrelenting at the back of his neck, and then it shifts the tiniest bit, squeezing a tiny bit more directly around the skin on the base of his spine, and Buck—
Goes boneless.
Completely fucking boneless.
All at once, the tension he had been holding in his back and neck and chest relaxes, leaving in a single involuntary breath. He slumps forward, caught only by the hand on his shoulder and the grip around his neck, fully unable to hold himself upright—unable to do anything but lie there, pliant, loose in Eddie's grasp. The careful, trained control of his muscles, honed across years, is entirely absent. Snuffed out like a candle in the wind, gone as if it had never been there at all.
Every thought in his brain—every nascent concern and lingering distraction— is gone, replaced by a blanketing hum, stretching from his brain and down his limbs, a full-body nothingness buzz. He can't even find the words to describe it, thoughts scattering as he reaches for them, shapeless and meaningless. All he knows is the cock in his mouth. All he knows is that it feels good.
Above him, Eddie breathes out what sounds like all his air, as he whispers, voice fucking awed, "Oh my God. Okay… okay, okay, okay."
Buck is distantly confused for a second—muffled beneath miles of white noise and humming pleasure—about why Eddie sounds the way he does, voice like he's preparing himself for something. It doesn't make sense, all the way up until the point the hand bracing his shoulder squeezes, ever so slightly. His focus, every ounce of it he has left, shifts to the grip.
Then, a moment later, Eddie's hand relaxes.
Just the tiniest bit.
It pulls maybe a half inch away from him, and Buck is held up by the grip on his neck alone for a split second before it closes the distance. Buck's limp body unerringly follows, falling back onto his hand, and the faintest wet noise comes from his mouth as the movement pushes him that much further onto Eddie's cock. It's just a half inch, and barely that, but it's enough for the wide head to butt up against his throat, hot and insistent. Some part of his mind, lost in the buzz, prepares itself for a gag. He always gags.
It doesn't come.
Eddie breathes out, shaky and disbelieving, and the hand on his shoulder moves again, another half inch away. The grip around his neck doesn't wait as long this time, and Buck almost immediately follows, settling in turn deeper onto Eddie’s cock. It's pressing just into his throat now, past the formerly tight entrance at the back of his mouth. The skin that pushes past Buck's lips is dry. He still isn't gagging.
The hand on his shoulder starts moving again.
It doesn't stop this time.
Inch by relentless inch, Buck is dropped all the way down Eddie's cock, down and down and down. The head slips into his throat with no resistance, and the rest follows, impossibly wide and long and bigger than Buck could even dream of taking, and the gag never comes.
The gag never comes because every part of him is relaxed.
Every single fucking part of him, down to the muscles of his throat, which yield beautifully to Eddie's intrusion. Which are so relaxed that he can even breathe around the massiveness of his dick, tiny slips of air through his nose. He settles into the hair at the base, mouth stretched obscenely wide around the unpopped knot, and there still isn't a single mote of tension in his throat or mouth.
All he can do, overwhelmed with pleasure and disbelief, is let out a barely there whine around the cock in his throat—can manage a tiny grind of his dick against the sheets.
Eddie moans above him, voice fucking wrecked. "God! You're so good, you're so fucking good. Does— uh, God— does that feel good for you too, puppy? Are you okay?"
And he's so fucking okay, he's never been this okay in his whole life, but there's no way he can reply, throat stuffed full and mind still fractured with pleasure and confusion. He channels all his concentration into a barely-there nod, and convinces his tongue to dart out into tiny little puppy licks around the very base of Eddie's cock.
Eddie moans, hips kicking up slightly, cock pushing impossibly deeper into him. "Fuck. Can— can I—?"
He doesn't finish the question, but Buck always wants to give Eddie what he wants, licks even more insistently around his base, and whines again, needy.
Eddie groans again, awed, "Jesus Buck, you're perfect, you're so—" his hips jerk, voice pitching up, "So p-perfect. Never—never been this deep in someone before. Gonna give it to you, okay? G-gonna let you get me nice and wet."
And then the hands on him are moving, pushing and pulling at once, guiding him up and away from the cock in his throat, which doesn't make sense, because Eddie just said he was giving him something, not taking something away. He lets out a tiny whine at the loss, as it pulls all the way back until it's just the cockhead in his mouth, and his tongue chases the shaft, chases the pleasure and the pressure. His tiny, mewling whine breaks into the air, unmuffled by any intrusion.
"Gonna give it to you," Eddie repeats, reverently, and then the hands are—
Oh.
And then the hands are guiding him back down, without any of the hesitation from the first time, pressing into his throat in a single, easy, wet push. It stretches him wide again, giving him back the pressure, grinding deep for just a moment before he's being lifted. Pulled off halfway, and then pushed back down again, used like a toy.
The hand around his neck tightens a tiny bit more, adjusts into a slightly better hold, and he forgot about that hand; he doesn't know how he forgot about that hand, about its unerring hold, about the squeeze moments before everything stopped meaning anything. It pings something, somewhere in the messy nothingness of his brain, a word that he knows. It's a barely there thought, but between the filling thrusts that steal his fragmented attention, he manages to find it, clinging to it, dragging it to the forefront of his brain.
Eddie holding him. Holding his neck. The bonelessness. Eddie is…
He's…
He's scruffing him.
He can be scruffed.
He moans, sudden and surprised, the sound louder than any he'd made since Eddie scruffed him, and the wolf hybrid echoes the sound, thrusting a little harder into Buck's mouth.
The word feels like a fucking revelation, but it makes no sense because Buck can't be scruffed, he— he would know if that was something that could happen to him, right? But there's nothing else that could be happening, nothing that would leave him feeling like this, and he— he— fuck, he can't even think about, can't find the space in his brain, can't even remember what Eddie was saying before about, about research? Researching this? Thoughts mean nothing when all he's meant to do is feel the pressure points, the burning feeling of hands on his chest and on his neck, the all-encompassing drag of the cock in his throat.
Praise washes over him, an endless stream from Eddie, little utterances of "my good boy," "you feel so, s-so good for me, puppy," and "can't believe I get to have you, love you so much," between moans and whines, a constant soundtrack of noise.
It continues for seconds, or minutes, or maybe lifetimes, the swells of pleasure buzzing in his head, preventing him from any meaningful tracking of time, before Eddie stops, buried deep within Buck's mouth. He pants once, and says, "Got me so wet, but I— I'm gonna pop my knot if— if we don't stop. 'Nd I needa hear you, n-need to kiss you. Gonna, gonna pull you off now, okay?"
He barely whines his confirmation before the hand around his neck guides him back up, Eddie's cock beginning its final slide out, slow and careful. He can feel the way the muscles of his throat close back in around the space where it was, can distantly hear the wet sound as it pulls back to just sit in the chamber of his mouth. Everything is obscenely slick now, spit soaking his chin and pooling down to soak Eddie's pubes, and he can't even imagine what he looks like—hair tangled, ears flopped down his face, eyes blown out, and every part of him wet—but by Eddie's wrecked moan, he knows it's debauched.
Eddie's dick finally pops all the way out of his mouth, and even without anything to fill it out, his lips remain open, wet and gaping. He would be more concerned about that, maybe, if he wasn't finally pulled back enough to look up at Eddie, forcing all his focus to drag his eyes up and up, until they finally find the wolf hybrid's face.
And he looks… wrecked. Amazed.
His face is flushed red, glistening faintly with sweat, and entirely painted with arousal. His ears are pointed straight up, his glazed eyes wide with disbelief, and his mouth cracked open with pleasure, tiny points of fangs peaking past the swell of his lips. He's staring down at Buck like he's a fucking miracle.
The hand on the back of his neck relaxes, and instantly, sensation floods back into Buck. He inhales, a sharp involuntary thing, and starts to collapse forward, muscles too shaky to do anything meaningful yet. Eddie catches him before he can slump more than a few inches and pulls him up the bed, seemingly not even caring about the rough drag of denim jeans on his soaked, achingly hard dick as he cradles Buck up to his chest, pressing kisses on Buck's spit-soaked lips, asking breathlessly, "Was that alright?" He kisses Buck again, cards a hand through his hair and around his ears, asks again, "Was that good for you?"
Buck tries to reply, tries to find the words within the flood of thoughts and sensations that fill his mind, but all that comes out is a breathless whine. He tries to kiss Eddie back, and his lips just twitch uselessly, desperate for contact he can't push into.
Eddie presses into him again, kissing him, and tangles one hand a tiny bit into the strands of Buck's hair, pulling. "Talk to me, Buck. C'mon, baby, c'mon."
The tiny jolt of pleasure-pain drags him back into his body, just a bit, and he manages to blink his eyes and soundlessly form his mouth around words. Eddie pulls again, firmer, and all at once tension snaps back into his body, muscles burning and then tingling as he finds himself able to use them once more. He gasps and instantly reaches up with shaking hands to grab at Eddie's arms as he feels for the first time the full force of his own overwhelming awe and disbelief.
The words come without him even meaning to say them, voice raspy and amazed, "I can be scruffed."
Relief takes over Eddie's expression, and he laughs breathlessly, "Yeah, you can, Buck."
His tail starts wagging behind him, and he lurches up, pressing a messy, wet kiss that still tastes like the salt of precum against Eddie's lips, panting, "H-how the fuck did you figure that out? I didn't even— I didn't know that was possible."
"I knew you were more dog," Eddie swears, eyes burning. "I fucking felt it, even before I looked it up. Knew it just from your whines. I just had to figure out how. N' the internet was," he kisses Buck again, "Helpful. Very helpful. Very creative."
"Your research," Buck remembers all at once, "But what—?"
"It was your reaction speed, baby," Eddie replies, tracing a hand again down to Buck's neck. He shivers, involuntarily. "It's not just its own standalone thing. It's linked. Part of your very canine nervous system, from up here," he squeezes Buck's neck, getting a small gasp, "all the way down your body. Learned all sorts of fun tricks you can do with it, too. This barely scratches the surface."
"That's," Buck tapers off into a whine as Eddie relaxes the hand on his neck again, sending shockwaves of pleasure down his system. "That's what you've been doing? On your phone. You— You've been l-learning how to do this?"
"Finding out new things every day," Eddie confirms, voice low. "How it works, how to be safe, how to make it good for you."
"Oh my god," Buck whines.
"You like it?"
"You were looking up sex stuff on Reddit."
Eddie laughs, startled by the comment, and shifts his hand up to tug reprimandingly at Buck's hair, "It was all education, puppy. I only ever saw enough to know what I was doing."
"You learned how to scruff me on Reddit."
"Stop that," Eddie growls teasingly, tugging a bit more firmly on the hair.
"I can't," Buck breathes, head tilting back into the grip, fighting against his own arousal to keep talking. "You— You took Reddit advice on how t-to scruff me. You gonna let them tell you how to fuck me t—ooh!"
Eddie pulls Buck back towards him, smashing their mouths together, stealing the words from his lips. He kisses him wetly, all-consuming, and pulls back to rasp again, "Don't care where I learn it." Eddie bites at Buck's lips, dropped fangs catching on skin. "Long as it makes you feel good." He pulls at Buck's hair again, getting a moan in response. "You felt good, Buck? You liked being scruffed?"
"Y-yes, fuck Eddie, yes," Buck moans, hips jolting up between them.
"You sure? You're being pretty critical of my methods."
"G-god, yes, it was so good. It was like," Buck wets his lips, eyes wide. "Like— like that m-moment when you're waking up, but before you're actually aware. Nothing f-fuck-ing matters, and you're just, just floating. You just know you feel good. Like that but…" Buck shivers, full-body, enough that he's sure Eddie can feel it, "God. Like that, but so much more. Only thing that mattered was your hands. Your voice. Your cock. You were the only thing that made sense."
Buck fights against the grip on his hair to look down, the need to see Eddie's dick again overwhelming. "You felt so good in my mouth. Knew I couldn't take it, even before it got hard, but I wanted to try for you so bad. When you scruffed me, 'n it started slipping in it was. God. It was pressure," he raises a hand to feel around his own neck, reverent, "Just. Just so much pressure. You're so big. Felt like I could feel it on the outside, felt like it was stretching my skin. I don't know how I was breathing."
"I wasn't sure you'd be able to," Eddie admits, "I— I was listening for your breathing. S'why I went so slow at first. Needed to make sure you'd be okay. Needed to make sure you enjoyed it, too"
Buck glances back up at Eddie's face, staring for a half second at the blatant sincerity in his expression before breaking out into wheezing laughter. "God, Eddie."
Eddie's expression falls. "What?"
"Nothing just," Buck laughs again, louder, openly affectionate, reaching up a hand to cradle around Eddie's face comfortingly. "Just the fact you found a trick to get me as bodily relaxed as physically possible, and your dick is still fucking big enough you had to listen to make sure I was breathing."
Eddie flushes, "I didn't want to hurt you!"
"Didn't want to hurt me with your big dick?" Buck teases.
"You're my man, Buck," Eddie replies, almost offended, "But you're also my dog. Gotta make sure all your tricks are safe."
His dog. Fuck, he likes the sound of that.
"All my tricks?" Buck asks, feeling a jolt of excitement down his spine. "Got— Got some more Reddit facts to share?"
Eddie growls and squeezes around his neck. "Don't make me scruff you again, pup."
"Have you— ah— have you considered that that's exactly what I want you to do? Already miss being between your legs."
"Even if I scruff you again, you won't get to slobber on my dick anymore."
He pouts slightly. "Why not?"
"Because I know there's something you want more," Eddie replies, hips rolling up slightly under him to grind against his ass, hot and insistent. "I know how hungry you are, but you had your treat, and if you touch me anymore, my knots gonna start popping before I get anywhere near your needy hole, baby. We'll be over before we even start."
And that—
Jesus, maybe getting cock drunk is a thing, because he has almost forgotten why they were even here today. Forgot the second that he got his mouth around his cock that he would get to have Eddie stretching out his hole for the first time today. He's choosing to blame it on the lingering cloudiness from the scruff, but still.
His ass clenches around nothing, mouth watering in sync, craving both at once. Which is obviously impossible, but…
"We could always go two rounds?" He proposes hungrily. "Let me finish you off once in my mouth, and then fuck me after."
"And listen to you whine for forty minutes about how you wish I knotted your ass once you come back to reason?" Eddie teases, voice heated. "You're being greedy, baby."
Greedy, Jesus.
In another circumstance, he thinks he could hate being called greedy, but here in Eddie's lap, it has him blushing a darker flush across already red cheeks, because he knows Eddie is right. He knows for a fact he would whine and beg for Eddie to get soft faster, or plead with him to try and put it in with his knot still popped, anything to get it sooner. He knows that the second the taste of Eddie's cum faded from his mouth, he'd be sad he wasted it on anything but his ass.
"Besides," Eddie continues, "I gotta teach you your other tricks, right? Show you what all that pretty puppy body of yours can do? Can't do that if you're all scruff-hazy, the training won't stick."
Wait— "Today?" Buck can feel his breath shorten, is sure that Eddie can see his eyes dilate. "There's—there's more tricks you can teach me today?"
"Long as you want me to, Buck."
"God, yes." He licks his lips, looks up at Eddie, "What uh… what's my next trick gonna be?"
"That'd spoil it," Eddie smirks, rolling his hips up into Buck again. "But I can promise you're gonna like it."
Buck opens his mouth to reply, but before a sound can come out, Eddie is surging up, pressing into him and rolling him backwards to land against the mattress on his back with a startled oof. He forgets, sometimes, just how strong the wolf hybrid is until he does something like that, arms barely straining against Buck's weight as he manhandles him. And as Buck tries to sit up and pull his pants off, the reminder shocks through him again as Eddie holds him in place against the mattress with a single, steady hand, not even flinching back as Buck attempts to move.
It sends a thrill through him, a hot rush of pleasure that goes directly to his dick, a reminder that he can be manhandled by Eddie. That he isn't just in the default position of physical dominance here, by means of being a tall, fit guy. He settles back into the mattress, eyes wide and breath short as he stares at Eddie, many, many possibilities running through his head.
Eddie looks fucking angelic above him, framed by the ceiling light, hair mussed from where he was propped against the pillows and ears pointing straight up. His eyes are fully caught on Buck's crotch, staring down at the covered bulge, unashamed hunger in his expression.
"You don't know how long I've been wanting to get these off of you."
The wolf hybrid leans down, grabbing the waistband on either side of his hips, and immediately begins to pull Buck's jeans off. They slide easily down his legs, but get caught around his ankles, and Buck is ready to start kicking his legs to help when he hears a faint ripping noise. The fabric immediately glides the rest of the way off his ankles, and Eddie makes a noise that sounds damn near prideful as he chucks them off the bed.
"Eddie??" Buck questions, astounded.
The wolf looks back up at his face, flashing a smile that's all teeth. "Stop wearing skinny jeans, and we won't have this problem."
"My-" Buck is cut off as Eddie peels off his own shirt, flinging it into Buck's face. Buck splutters, tossing it off the bed, pretending that the brief scent of Eddie's sweat and musk hitting him in the face wasn't its own sick sort of arousal. "My jeans. I liked those jeans!"
"Bet you're gonna like this a lot more," Eddie replies, reaching back for Buck's waist and tearing the seams of his boxers with a single, carefully dropped claw.
They fall apart around his waist, and immediately his cock sways out, standing tall and weeping between his legs. It throbs insistently, and some of the pressure-pain-tension of its containment eases now that it's out in the air.
Eddie stares down at it hungrily, the impression of fangs showing again in his mouth, and his tail wagging into a sway behind him. "Such a pretty dick, all pink and wet and desperate for me. Big too, even without a knot to have fun with. Bet you'd beg so pretty for me to taste it."
Images flash in his head of Eddie taking him deep, sucking his cock ‘til he cries, and he whines loudly, hips jerking up.
Eddie smiles, flashing fangs. "I'd love it, too. Having you in my mouth. But that's not the part of you I want to taste right now."
Buck blinks, lets out a weak, "Wha-?", and then unceremoniously finds himself turned face down and ass up as Eddie moves him with all the ease one would normally use flipping a pancake.
"T-taste me?" He asks dazedly, looking back over his shoulder at Eddie, where the wolf is settled between his legs.
"Wolf's gotta eat too," he says casually, before looking back up at Buck's face. "'Nd I gotta stretch you out. You ever have someone rim you before?"
"No, I— no one's ever asked. Have— have you ever done it?"
"Absolutely not."
"Eddie—"
"But I'm a quick study," Eddie says, leaning in til he's just inches from Buck's ass, from the golden tail dusting over it. "And you're a very vocal teacher."
Eddie's left hand reaches out, grabbing Buck's leg and bending it up to the side, while his other hand grabs all the way around the base of his tail. And while he knew— just from the bit of education he did get about canine hybrids— that the area around the base of the tail was an erotic zone, he was not at all prepared for the jolt of pleasure that goes up his spine as Eddie drags the length of his hand down his tail, from base to tip, pulling it off to the side as he does so.
He's never had a partner that really played into his hybrid traits, never had anyone treat his tail as something that's more than just an obstacle to the goal that's between his legs or something cute to coo at when he wags. Having it touched sensually is— God. He doesn't know if it's actually that good or if it's all Eddie.
As soon as his tail is pushed to the side, the same hand is dropping to push his other leg away, leaving him fully exposed on the bed. Both hands move to grab his ass, palming the cheeks, hot like a brand where they touch him. He flinches into the grip, and Eddie squeezes his ass again, before pulling them apart to reveal his hole.
He doesn't even get a single, startled breath out as the cool air of the room hits him before Eddie dives in tongue-first, swiping broad and hot and wet across his hole.
Buck jolts forward, yelping a tiny startled noise at the touch that's so unlike the tacky, cold wetness of lube he's had on his hole before, all warmth and pressure instead. He's expecting a moment's hesitation from Eddie, maybe even for him to change his mind, but the wolf just tightens his hands on his cheeks, doesn't stray an inch as he licks again, even firmer, nose butting up against Buck's ass with the pressure. Buck makes a noise, whines louder, muscles in his ass twitching and hole clenching as Eddie starts alternating long strokes with quick short ones, insistent and hungry.
The noises are fucking obscene, a wet and filthy soundtrack filling the room as Eddie devours him, all his focus set on Buck, sending electric jolts up his spine and heat pooling in his belly. With no warning, the wolf switches from wide strokes to narrow, pressured ones, hands pulling his ass apart even further as he laps directly at the center of his hole. Buck's entire body jerks with pleasure at the way it concentrates the sensation, letting out a long, low noise caught somewhere between a whine and a groan, and rocks back onto Eddie's face.
Eddie pulls back a tiny bit, laughs hungrily, "There's that positive feedback I was looking for," and then spits on Buck's crack, just above his hole, smearing it down across his entrance with a thumb.
"Wha-uh- what the hell, Eddie, h-how are you so good at that?" Buck whines, even as Eddie leans back in, pointing his tongue into his hole, licking just slightly into his ass, pushing past the tight rim. "Fuck, Eddie!"
Eddie leans back again, "I'd be good at anything to be good for you," he looks up at Buck, licks his damp lips, eyes dilated. "Gotta get you all warmed to learn your next trick, too."
"Wh— what trick?" he asks, getting no response as Eddie goes in again, alternating probes and licks over his hole. Buck grinds his bare dick into the mattress, face falling sideways into the mattress, and whimpers at the building pressure. Eddie smiles against his ass, and then his tongue is pointing again, pushing even further than before, stretching him open just slightly around the muscle, and then pushing deeper than that, ridiculously deeper.
Buck's eyes squeeze shut as his whole body shudders, "Do you— do you have like an e-extra-long tongue too, Eddie, what the hell?"
Eddie hums mischievously against his hole, licks deeper into him, and what the fuck, does he actually? A moment later, one of his hands is sliding down, fingers butting up against the wetness of his tongue, the dip of his index finger hooking in against his rim and stretching him. He jolts, and then the tongue is pushing even deeper, and Buck is crying out into the mattress again, noises only pitching higher as the finger pushes in deep beside it, stretching him wider. His dick throbs, trapped between his body and the mattress, already so sensitive.
Eddie's other hand reaches up and grabs the base of Buck's tail again, squeezing firmly, and it just feeds into the arousal burning in him, has his fingers clenching in the sheets and his ass rocking back against Eddie, his mind going foggy with pleasure.
"Almost there," Eddie swears, leaning back, another finger pushing in to stretch his hole, the hand around his tail squeezing around the base, nails against skin. "Relax a little more, puppy, gotta let your body be loose for this, can't be thinking."
"I'm n-not thinking about a-anything, Eddie!"
"You're still talking, you're still thinking," Eddie leans down, licks around his own fingers, gets them even wetter.
"I'm not!"
"Yes, you are," he nips at Buck's ass cheek, tiny points of fangs against skin, "I'll help."
And then his fingers are tweaking, brushing against his prostate with precision that Buck doesn't understand, and all words leave him as pleasure floods his body.
At the same time, Eddie husks, "That'll do," and then the hand at his tail is moving up an inch or two, scratching insistently at the skin just above it, sending circular waves of pressure through his already sensitive system, and—
His right leg starts scrabbling along the sheets, entirely involuntarily, rhythmic shuffling kicks that perfectly match the up and down passes of Eddie's hand above his tail.
"There it is," Eddie breathes, and then immediately leans back down to lick again around his fingers, tongue circling the digits, trying to force into the tight rim, trying to stretch him even wider, like he didn't just work Buck's body in an entirely new way.
The stretch has him keening, and his leg is still kicking uselessly along the sheets, and he can barely keep his eyes open as he whines, "Wh- what the fuck? E-Eddie?"
Eddie sucks at his rim and leans back, "'Is your sweet spot." He scratches a few more times above Buck's tail, sending rolling pleasure through him, the leg moving in sync with each pass. The wolf smiles, something almost ferally hungry to his expression. "You've got a scratch reflex, puppy."
And it shouldn't be hot, it's just a stupid nerve reflex, but something about Eddie being able to pull it out of him, about him knowing how to play his body like an instrument in ways Buck didn't even know could happen, is unbearably attractive. Even more so as the wolf doesn't even linger a second to bask in the new ability, immediately diving back in before the words are even fully out of his mouth.
Eddie licks at him again, and then a third finger is pushing in alongside the two already inside him, and the hand abusing his sweet spot leans down to squeeze the base of his tail again, and Buck's crying out helplessly, overloaded. Eddie seems almost desperate, already uncaring of the fact that he just taught Buck a new trick, eating and stretching him like he'll die if he doesn't, letting out tiny, hungry noises into the meat of Buck's ass.
His hole clenches around the three fingers stretching it out, and Eddie groans roughly, leans back, "You're so sensitive. So fucking tight." He spits again, landing around the fingers, and he pulls them apart, letting the saliva spiderweb between them and drip into his ass. "Your hole wants it so bad. Wants my fingers. Wants my knot."
"Your knot," Buck whines, grinding into the sheets. "Please. Wan' your dick. It felt s-so big in my mouth. Know it's gonna feel even bigger when you fuck me."
"Little bit more, Buck," Eddie pants, pinky finger circling around Buck's rim, "I'm a lot bigger than a normal dick. Don't want it to hurt you, need to be good for you."
"You're f—fuck, Eddie— you're a-always good for me."
"Want to be better than good," Eddie swears, and Buck can just barely see where his hips are grinding against the mattress too, seeking pressure. "Want it to be perfect. Your first. Needs to be perfect."
The pinky slips in, and Buck's entire body tenses against the mattress at the almost too much stretch. Instantly, Eddie is lapping around the fingers again, soothing and apologetic, getting everything wetter. He relaxes around the intrusion, and noise breaks from his chest, a long breathless whine.
Eddie pulls back again, "There's— there's one more trick." He looks all the way up, meeting Buck's eyes, lips flushed and swollen from the work, "You wanna learn? Want another new trick, puppy?"
Buck shudders and squeezes around the fingers, feeling where they stretch him wide. "Fu-uck Eddie, if you don't— don't ffuck me soon we— uh— we're gonna have to wait another t-two weeks."
"Gonna fuck you to teach you, Buck," Eddie rasps, fingers twisting to rub against his prostate. "Last trick’s real easy." He licks his lips, tongue skating over fangs. "Can I— Can I fuck you? You ready for a real knot?"
"Y-yes."
"God," Eddie pulls out his fingers without preamble, wiping them messily on the sheets, and Buck's hole clenches around nothing, feeling suddenly, achingly empty. "How do you want it, baby? You wanna look at me?"
"Please," Buck whines, trying to twist around, pushing shaky knees back under him as he moves. Eddie's hands settle around his hips, taking most of his weight to help him flip over, guiding him onto his back. As he falls back onto the mattress, he looks up at Eddie, pleading, "Wanna see you."
"Gonna see everything, baby," Eddie says, leaning to the side to reach for a bottle of lube he must have put on the bed earlier. As he straightens back up, Buck's eyes are drawn down, looking hungrily, shamelessly, at the way his hard dick swings low between his legs, throbbing even after so long being untouched. The knot has just the tiniest bit of swell to it, plumpness that it lacked just a few minutes ago, thickness like a promise of what's to come. His breath catches slightly looking at it, heart skipping, and it seems both impossible and inevitable that he's going to take it, in all its length and girth and heft.
His staring is interrupted by the sound of a quiet, plasticy pop, and his eyes drift up to look at Eddie's hands, still damp with saliva from where they were buried in his ass, as they click open the bottle, eagerly pouring slippery lube across his fingers. He reaches down with one hand to smear it around his shaft, letting it pool in the grooves of his unpopped knot. Shock and heat mingle into something dangerous in his chest as Buck looks at the way that the fingers that were just in him, spreading him mind-meltingly wide, are dwarfed by the size of his dick. He shivers, tail curling nervously between his thighs, and Eddie glances up at his face.
The wolf hybrid follows Buck's eyes back down to his cock, and strokes it once, knot to tip, before looking back up at Buck's face. "Tha's going in you. Buck. " He shuffles across the bed, and Buck's knees instinctively spread out to accommodate his bulk, bracketing around him. Eddie settles between them like it's a long-lost home, and his hand comes up to rest on Buck's inner thigh, hot and wide. "You're gonna love it, too. Wanna know how I know?"
"H-how?"
Eddie shuffles even closer, pushing Buck's legs up and towards his chest, and then bending past them to press a kiss to Buck's lip, both heated and tender. "Because dogs like you were made for wolves like me."
As he speaks, his cock butts up against Buck's ass, shaft sliding slick along his crack, long and insistent, pushing a startled puff of air from his lungs. Eddie leans back, breaking eye contact with Buck as he steadies a hand around the thick base, positioning it firmly at his rim. His other hand steadies on Buck's thigh, and he exhales a low, quiet, "Relax, puppy," before notching his hips forward.
The very tip of cockhead slides in, and Buck's back arches up off the bed, head dropping back and hands clenching in the sheets as he lets choked, "E-Eddie." It fills him out, blood hot and burning in a way that he's never had before, not with toys or humans or his own hands, heat like lava saturating into him and bleeding up his spine. "'S hot."
"Jesus, Buck, you feel—" Eddie's hips jerk forward, and his already strangled words cut off as the entire head slips in, stretching and filling and taking. "F-feel so tight."
"'M not," Buck whines, head dragging across the mattress, ears flopping back. His jaw tenses and releases, and he swallows around nothing, "You're just, jus' so—" He clenches around Eddie, feels overwhelmed tears bead in his eyes, "So big."
He knows he's had wider in himself, knows the knot of his toy is wider than Eddie's shaft, but he's never had wider in him while not actively working through an orgasm, and it feels massive inside him. Stretching and filling and taking everything he has to offer, feeling so much bigger than it did in his mouth.
He whimpers, a tiny overstimulated noise, and instantly, the hand on his thigh moves, and then Eddie is leaning over him, pressing kisses to his cheeks, his nose, his face, smatterings of love all across him. His eyes flutter back open, wet and teary and blue, and all he can see is Eddie above him, all he can feel is Eddie in him.
Eddie in him. Fuck.
"You're actually in me." He breathes out, breath hitching, and rolls his hips back a tiny bit, feels even more of Eddie slip into him, feels the stretch burn even hotter. "You're— you're inside me."
"Knew y-you could take me," Eddie bites his lip, drops his head down til their foreheads touch. "You're— you're the best thing I've ever felt."
"I can feel you," Buck slurs, whining as he clenches down again, knowing that every bit of the stretch is Eddie. Eddie inside him, finally inside him, after two weeks or six years of waiting. The pressure—the fullness—he could adapt to, but knowing it's Eddie making him feel that way has the pleasure electrifying, multiplying in on itself again and again, the depth of sensation indescribable. He whimpers, tail curling against the sheets, "So— so f-full of you."
"Taking me so well," Eddie rasps. "Gonna slide in so easy."
"How much—" He looks down the line of their bodies, sees the amount of cock still outside him and whines,"You—you're b-barely in me."
"Yeah, pup, you still got a lot to go."
"'M so full already, I—"
"You're not full."
"No, I am, but I—" He drops his head again, "I still wan'," he trails off, back arching, gasping against Eddie's face, "I wan' more. I wan' all of you. I need—" His knees box in around Eddie, squeezing, "Need you to fuck me. Need you to give it to me."
"Fuck, Buck," Eddie gasps as Buck squeezes around him.
"Please," Buck begs again, "I w-waited so long—"
"Not gonna make you wait any more," Eddie swears, leaning back away from Buck with a parting kiss against his open mouth. "You've been a good boy."
"For you," Buck whimpers. "Just for you."
"I know. I know it's for me." Eddie settles back onto his knees, "I'm gonna give it to you."
The hands settle back on his thighs, pushing his legs up, presenting his hole better, and then they squeeze, palming the flesh once as Eddie's hips rock forward, grinding into him.
"E-Eddie—"
"I've got you, Buck," Eddie swears, rocking back slightly, pulling out ‘til just the head is notched inside him, then grinding in again, deeper and longer, and fuck, so fucking big. "Giving you what you want, giving you everything."
He keeps grinding in, in and then out, tiny little rolls deeper into Buck's body, stretching him even wider, filling him even more. It feels like all the oxygen is punched out of his lungs as Eddie keeps pushing deeper, and deeper, and deeper, steady and slow, slow enough that it must be agonizing for the wolf, but so fucking deep. Deeper than his tongue, deeper than his fingers, just grinding in and exploring space that's never been stretched this wide before.
He clenches, unconsciously, and suddenly the overwhelming pressure spills over, finds the line where pleasure meets pain, and it's too much. He knows he wanted all of Eddie in him, but it's so big, so fucking fat and insistent and he's not even close to the knot, he can still see how much cock is outside him when he stares down the line of his own body, and he can't stop clenching, and he, "Can't— can't do it, s'too much, too much, too—"
His hands scrabble, reaching for Eddie's thighs, but Eddie just coos slightly, shuffles his knees, "Not too much, puppy, I know it feels like it, but we both know you can take it, just gotta relax."
"Can't," he gasps, breathless, unable to stop squeezing around him, back arching, "You're too big."
"Not too big," Eddie swears, even as his hips still entirely, letting Buck adjust. "Y'took that toy's knot, which is wider than my cock. Not even in as deep as it was long yet."
"Eddie—"
"Told you I'd make it good for you, just gotta let me." Eddie's hips pull back, sliding his cock almost all the way out, and Buck nearly sobs because he didn't want it gone. It stops with just the head in his hole, and he tries to rock back again, but Eddie doesn't let him move an inch, hands like irons around his thighs. "Gonna make it good for you."
And then he's pushing back in, hips angled just slightly different, but enough that he's brushing directly against Buck's prostate, already sensitive and keyed up from being rimmed. Pleasure whites out Buck's mind as Eddie presses against it, and then keeps pressing, grind after grind, a constant assault of pleasure against his system. It's too much in an entirely different way now, too much liquid arousal, too fucking good, and even as Eddie keeps grinding into him, it stays good, even with the stretch, even with the burn.
He feels out of body, pulse thundering through his ears and muscles twitching uselessly, chest so tight he'll never breathe again, never move again, just live here on Eddie's cock. Noise surrounds him, a constant soundtrack of thready, desperate, wordless sounds, whimpers and whines and keens, and it takes him several seconds to realize the noises are him.
"Th-there are those p-puppy whines," Eddie chokes out, voice like he hasn't breathed once since he started pushing in, which would be concerning, because his cock is so far into him now, deep enough that Buck is sure it’s in his guts, or settled up next to his fucking ribs, deep enough it must have been hours. "T-told you it'd be good."
He gasps out a sound, a noise that might've been Eddie's name, and feels tears break free from his waterline. It's good. It's so good.
"S-so dog you can't even speak," Eddie's hips jolt forward, feeding him several little grinds worth of cock all at once, and Buck yelps. "Got you trained like a puppy, and you wanna call yourself a human." He rolls back, then pushes forward again, a long, deep thrust that has Buck spasming around him. "Still f-feeling all human?"
"M not," Buck keens, "I'm your dog."
Eddie grinds forward, another tiny bit deeper, and then the movement inside him stops. Eddie's head drops down, staring at the place where they meet, tangled hair flopping past his forehead as he half-laugh, half-moans, "That's right, baby."
"You're in m-my throat," Buck cries nonsensically, head rocking against the mattress and ears flopping backwards. It feels like he can't breathe around the intrusion, pushed up past his throat and so deep into his brain that he can't think either, so fucking deep, deeper than anything he's ever had. "How are you s-so, so deep?"
Eddie doesn't look up, staring reverent between his spread legs, "'Cause I'm basically all in."
"B-basically?"
Eddie stares down for another second before finally looking up, meeting Buck's eyes, pupils swallowing all the brown in his eyes. "All of me but my knot."
Buck's breath catches, and in the same moment, Eddie rocks forward, just enough for Buck to feel the barely-there swell of his unpopped knot that is somehow not in him. And he knows, knows from the memory of it in his hands, from the hazy recollection of it in his throat, that it's probably another two inches to go, two inches that are going to be thicker and deeper than anything he's ever had before. Two inches is alot when he's already so full. But he…
…He needs it.
"A-and what's the hold up? Do— do I have to beg f-for it?" Buck pants, then presses his hands against the mattress, rolls his hips back into Eddie, feeling the very edge of it stretch him wider, "'Is that my next trick? Teaching me to beg?"
He tries to grind back again, and hands catch his hips, stopping him entirely in the motion as Eddie looms further over him, "Don't need to teach you to beg, puppy." He pulls back slightly, till the knot is all the way out again. "You're already an expert at that."
"Then—" he pushes back, trying to fight against the grip to push down on Eddie's cock, getting absolutely nowhere, and whines pathetically, "Then why won't you give it to me."
"Cause when I push in," Eddie says, licking his fangs, "I want you to know exactly what I'm giving you."
"Eddie—"
"Cause this, baby?" He smiles, feral. "This is all knot."
Eddie finally, finally thrusts all the way in, all the shaft and all the base, the tiny swell of the unpopped knot like its own fucking miracle, until his thighs press flush against Buck's ass. There is no hesitation, no slow push-and-pull, no easing grind, just the insistent push of Eddie taking what's his. Buck's head is instantly falling back again, fingers scratching at the mattress, and tail spasming under him. He tries to move, tries to breathe, but all he can do is whine, whine like a dog, like Eddie's dog.
He doesn't even get a full breath in before Eddie is rocking his hips back, pulling just the two inches of his knot out, and then pressing back in, firm and hard and taking, the thrust jolting through Buck's body. Milking the pleasure, Buck thinks deliriously, all those nerve endings and he's—
"Never had this before," Eddie rasps, head tilted back and fangs flashing in the light, muscles in his neck tensing and untensing, looking more like an animal about to howl than a man about to speak. "N-never got this deep with anyone, they— too sh-shallow. Didn't want to risk the knot, and—"
And then his hips are grinding again, trying to push impossibly deeper, like there's more of Buck to take, like he can make his knot feel better, and maybe he can because Eddie whines, desperate and hungry, bringing up an arm to sink his own teeth into, muffling the noise. The stifled noise dies, and Eddie's arm drops again, and there's the faintest sheen of blood on his fangs as he continues, "—and it's so good. Better than your throat, better than—"
He trails off, but he keeps fucking Buck. Endlessly grinding the deepest two inches of his dick in, never pulling out, never letting him feel anything but full. Fucking him on his whole shaft, not willing to take it out for a second and sacrifice the pleasure of the knot, but Buck wants more.
He wants the long strokes and the body-shaking thrusts, wants to feel Eddie push in hard enough that his balls slap against him, and he finds himself whining, "M-more, please, please plea— fuck me, fuck—"
And his knees are pulling back, pressing against Eddie's chest, trying to get the wolf to do longer thrusts, and Eddie pins them back to his chest, but he gets the idea, because on his next thrust out he keeps pulling, back and back and back, until its just the head notched into his entrance, and then he's pushing in, a single long thrust from head to knot.
Buck lets out a single, choked, "Eddie," as the man fills him, long and steady and massive. He grinds again when he's all the way in, chasing the pleasure of the knot, but only for a few seconds before he's pulling back out, then bullying his way back in, strong and hard. He can feel with every thrust the way the swelling knot barely catches around his rim, dragging pleasure like lightning through his hole, and he already wants it so bad.
Eddie keeps fucking him, long and hard strokes, endlessly working him over and bringing them both closer to the edge. Buck moans again, crackling, and his hand reaches for his own dick, grasping tightly around the pre-cum soaked head and dragging wetness down his cock to perfectly match the speed of Eddie's next pull out. Pleasure is zipping through every part of him, tingling across his shoulders and spine, lines of it branching around the back and sides of his head, building and building as Eddie works him over.
"Almost time for your n-next trick, Buck," Eddie says suddenly, breaking through the endless stream of Eddie, Eddie, Eddie that's filling his mind. "This one's my fa-ah-favorite too."
"F-favorite?" Buck whimpers as Eddie pauses inside him, grinding deeper instead of pulling out.
"The one trick I knew I was going to teach you tonight," Eddie replies, "Th-though teaching isn't quite the right word, cause you've done this trick already."
"I—I haven't—uh" The words are punched out of Buck as Eddie pulls back again, "I haven't d-done any tricks. I didn', didn' know I could before today."
"You've done this one," Eddie emphasizes with a deep thrust, "Just have, have to remind you what you already know."
"Wh-what?"
Eddie pulls back again, and on the next thrust in, Buck can feel it—feel the way the base of Eddie's dick is just that much wider, a tiny bit more swollen than it was, its own sort of warning. His own dick is fucking throbbing in his hands, jerking where he squeezes around it, pleasure like warning bells sounding in his system, telling him close, close, close.
"Y-you ever wonder why you got s-so stuck on that dildo last time?" Eddie pants, looking back down now, jaw nearly quivering with pleasure. "All that l-lube and all that stretching, and you couldn't even s-start to get it out, tight as—" He bites his lips, hips jerking forward as Buck squeezes around him, "—tight as fucking sin around that toy."
Eddie keeps fucking him, and he doesn't know how he's supposed to think when the man is forcing all his thoughts out, when he can hear the lube squelch around the swell of Eddie's knot with every pop in and out. It's fat enough now to grind against his prostate, consistent pressure, and it just adds to his already swelling pleasure, like mentos in a coke bottle.
"I— I got one too big," Buck pants, "I was, was stupid. I wanted it. I didn't—" He loops his fingers around the head of his dick, whining, trying to hold it off, "I didn't w-work my way up like I was 'sposed to."
He can feel his orgasm mounting, spreading hot through him, and he knows Eddie is close too, can feel the way that just the pre-swell— fuck, just the pre-swell—of his knot is getting even wider, can feel how his thrusts are getting wilder.
"You're wrong, Buck," Eddie rasps. "See, you researched knots, but I researched everything. Not just the pretty t-tricks you can have, but the reasons behind them. D'you know anything e-else at all about what hybrid sex can be like, or just the knots? Just the thing that can stretch your greedy, knot-hungry hole wide."
"Fuck, E-Eddie," Buck cries, rocking back into his thrusts. "N-no, no, nothing. Just— Just wanted what you ha—ah—had."
Eddie grinds deep inside him again, and he reaches down for Buck's dick, swatting Buck's hand away and replacing it with his own, thumbing over the slit and working around the glans. Buck's hands fall to the bed, useless and twitching, overwhelmed with sensations.
"If you had, you'd kn-know a few extra things. You'd know all about scruffing, and scratch reflexes, and why it feels so, damn, good," he emphasizes with short, grinding thrusts into Buck, "To be scratched around the ears, or pet b-behind your tail. You'd know that knots are only half the equation for canine hybrids."
"H-half?" He whimpers, hips jerking up into Eddie's grip, hand clenching in the fabric of his own tail fur, orgasm rising through his system, hot and unstoppable, like fire under his skin, long past the point of being small enough to put out.
"Yeah, puppy. Because when a knot starts s-swelling inside someone, and they feel that stretch, their nerves tell them to lock down around it. To keep it in as long as p-possible, to only lock down harder if someone tries to take it out."
Eddie jerks again over Buck's dick, messy and wet while he keeps thrusting into him, swelling knot catching again, and again, and again on his prostate, and Buck is crying out, dick throbbing in Eddie's hand and—
"Just like you did last week."
—Eddie grinds deep into him, once, twice, and then his hips stutter as his knot pops all at once, with a sudden swell, expanding out wide inside of him, wider and wider, fat like a fist and then wider than that, fully contained inside his hole, and Buck's orgasm crests over him with a strangled scream, because he took it, he got Eddie's knot, finally, and he spills messy over Eddie's hand and—
"J-just like you're about to do today."
—he locks down around Eddie's knot, all the muscles in his ass clamping like a vice around the base as his vision whites out from pleasure. The tension, the fullness, spreads out through his body, every muscle taut like a stringed instrument, every nerve on fire, every atom and every molecule of him fucking filled with Eddie. He can't comprehend the fullness, can't compare it to anything, not the knot of his dildo or fingers or hands, it's just Eddie. Eddie in him, stretching him, shaping him.
Eddie swears, a vicious, growled little, "Fuck, just like that, just—" and then he's dropping over Buck, caging him in with his elbows as his dick grinds, and grinds, and grinds inside him, barely able to move inside the lock of Buck's muscles, until finally the wolf growls, "Yes," hips notching forward as his knot swells even fucking further and jerks inside of him, streams of hot cum filling Buck up, with absolutely nowhere to go but stay in him.
Because he's knotted. Because Eddie knotted him.
Every part of Buck spasms as he's stretched wider, as he's filled, every breath he takes in feeling like it's stealing room that no longer exists inside him, and it's so big, it's so indescribably big, pressure beyond the rim of his ass like nothing he's ever felt before, and he wants to speak, to moan or to cry or to say something about what he's feeling, but when he opens his mouth all that comes out is, "Eddie, Eddie, Eddie, Eddie—"
He rocks his hips forward slightly and feels the way his muscles automatically tighten around the knot, and he feels hysterical, because it's not just Eddie in him, it's him around Eddie. All his own muscles, his own nerves, telling him to clamp around the knot, to keep it in. His own reflex, his— his own trick.
Eddie collapses on top of him, cum flooding into him, hips still grinding as he rides out his orgasm, all while Buck reels under him. Time passes in a fuzzy haze of comedown, every part of him filled with Eddie or covered by him, fragments of thoughts slow to drift into anything that makes sense. He doesn't know how long it is before he manages to pull himself together enough to say, despite the cottony feeling in his mouth and the buzzing of his ears, "Tha's why I got stuck, before. S' why I had to call you, wasn't ever gonna get it out alone."
Eddie chuckles lowly on his chest, just the sound saturated through with pleasure. "That's why it's my favorite trick."
"God, you— Of course it is."
He squeezes even more around the cock, an intentional tightening, and Eddie nips at his shoulder, fangs dragging across skin, smiling, "Your body didn't want to let it go. You weren't meant for some silicone toy," Eddie grinds into him again, pointed. "You were meant for this. And you wanna know the best part of a real knot?"
"What?"
Eddie smirks, leaning up to press a kiss to Buck's lips as he grinds his knot even deeper in.
"You can't get stuck on this one, puppy.”
The words hit him, and Buck whines, pushing against Eddie's chest, even as his tail wags slightly. "You're an asshole. And I— I am definitely stuck right now."
"Not for long," Eddie teases, biting at his lips. "And only cause this time, you want to be. Good, receptive dog, taking to your training so well."
"Stop it," he groans, even as pleasure zips through him, knowing damn well Eddie is right. "Go away."
"You're stuck with me now, baby. Might only be caught on my knot for forty minutes, but you're stuck with me for life."
Buck laughs again, tail wagging faster. "Thought it was a two-sided thing? You're just as stuck in me as I am caught on you."
"No complaints here," Eddie smiles, tail wagging as he pushes in to capture Buck's lips again, stealing all his air.
It's a messy, giddy kiss, and they both keep torturing each other with little squeezes and thrusts, playing the line of overstimulation and gasping and laughing into each other's mouths in equal amounts. And Buck feels, stupidly, shamelessly, happy. Past the pleasure-pressure of taking Eddie's knot, past the serotonin of the kiss, he is just happy about the fact that he's the lock that keeps Eddie in. That his trick, his best trick, is just something that keeps him close to Eddie.
They pull apart, both breathless and overstimulated from the game of push and pull. Buck's head falls back against the mattress, and he laughs once to himself before tilting back up to look at Eddie through his lashes.
"So… tricks, huh?"
"Tricks."
Buck smiles, small and mischievous. "Any chance those work on a wolf hybrid?"
Eddie laughs.
"Oh, you wish, puppy."
(Later that same day, after Buck's second scruff and Eddie's third knot, they fell asleep in each other's arms.
Which is to say, Eddie fell asleep in Buck's arms, and Buck carefully, expertly, pretended to do the same.
He extricates himself from the wolf's embrace slowly, peeling away grasping fingers and pausing at every snuffling breath, before he finally gets far enough away to sit up, pushing the blanket that had been covering them down around their knees. Eddie's dressed just in boxers, curled sideways towards Buck, tail wrapped around his own waist.
He looks so cute, is Buck's first thought.
He looks like he doesn't have a thought in his head, is his second.
"Canine nervous system, huh?" he whispers quietly, staring at Eddie. "What are the odds…?"
He hesitates just a second before reaching out, hand settling above Eddie's tail. And then, just once, he scratches across the sensitive skin.
Under the covers, Eddie's leg jerks, a tiny, scrabbling kick.
Buck breathes out. Behind him, his tail slowly kicks up into a wag.
"Oh yeah," he smiles, "I can work with that.")