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“What’d you think about pollen?” Buck breathes out, phone in hand while Eddie’s licking him open, the flat of his tongue dragging up from the smooth skin between Buck’s holes to his clit.
“What?” Eddie inches his face away to mutter with a hoarse voice, mind too foggy to make sense of the question.
Buck’s pussy’s so pretty, so pink—the same color as his lips, redder when Buck’s eyes glaze with arousal, legs kicking when Eddie fucks him stupid or eats him out until he cries, babbling as he scrambles to push Eddie away because it’s ‘too much’, whining like he’s dying from the onslaught of pleasure, growing limp when Eddie keeps taking anyway, keeps bullying him with his tongue until Buck comes again and again.
Eddie’s so tempted to put his mouth on an enticing outer lip. And, since nothing is stopping him, he does, cock throbbing as he sucks on the hair, drooling like an animal over the folds. He laps up his spit, the slick pouring out of Buck’s dripping cunt, before latching onto that chubby clit.
“There’s this—fuck—fairy pollen that’s—f-f-uh—a-apho-aph-aphro—” Buck jolts when Eddie finds that spot in the underside, hands pulling Eddie’s hair as he lets out a muffled moan. Eddie keeps rubbing it with his tongue, body feeling like it’s on fire.
Buck whines; he’s warbling out thready noises nonstop, thighs trying to clamp around Eddie’s head. But Eddie pins them on the mattress, having half a mind to smack Buck silly. Fuck. Buck wiggling as Eddie slaps his pretty cunt. The image sends a shockwave of pure, electric pleasure straight to his cock.
Eddie lifts his head to look at Buck. “Quiet.”
Buck’s eyes are glazed, his cell floating around him as he occupies his hands with a pillow, pressing the edge of it to his mouth—the pillowcase probably has his spit all over it already. Buck’s phone swoops in the air and moves towards Eddie, showing him what appears to be a Wikipedia page before it travels to the nightstand, lying itself on it.
Eddie’s a little jealous of how at ease Buck is with his magic, performing these little tricks with no thought at all. Because, as much as Eddie loves his husband, he’d grown up believing that the reason he was so shit at spells was that no one bothered to teach him when he was young, but Buck had flourished despite his parents’ lack of care, so…
“Sex pollen,” Buck heaves out, shaky and flushed.
His cunt is wet and puffy, shiny under the overhead light. Eddie wants to put his mouth back on it so badly it hurts.
“Sex pollen,” Buck repeats, swallowing audibly. “Would you like to try?”
“If you stop trying to wake the kids, we can do whatever you want.”
“I’m no—” Buck cuts himself off when Eddie spreads him open with his thumbs, spitting directly into his hole. He gasps, whispering, “That’s cheating. You can’t do that.”
Eddie smothers a smug smile before going back to Buck’s clit, rubbing it with his nose. He slides his tongue inside Buck as deep as it can go, licking at that angle that makes Buck lose his mind a little, a hot wave of lust skittering up his spine at a harsh tug on his hair. Eddie thinks he could come just like this, mouth on Buck’s hairy pussy, groaning at the sharp sting in his scalp.
Buck’s needy sounds are muffled as he throws his head back with a thud, hole fluttering, and Eddie knows he’s gnawing on that damn pillow.
“The kids are officially at summer camp,” Eddie says, and he hears Buck cheer through the car speaker like he didn’t try to anxiously put the plug on the whole thing yesterday.
“And everything went okay?”
“Yeah. Chris seemed pretty excited to see his friends.”
“And Theo?”
“Practically ran to the bus.” Eddie turns right, one hand on the wheel.
Buck laughed. “Wish I could’ve been there.”
“Me too. You get off in an hour, right?”
“Ugh, hour and a half. Think you can survive without me?”
“I’ll manage.”
“No, you won’t.” Buck’s cheery voice hides a threat.
“No, I won’t,” Eddie relents, slowing to a stop at a crosswalk.
They talk as Eddie pulls into the driveway, as he gets inside the house after he grabs the mail, asking exasperated, “What did you buy now?” when he sees two small boxes on the porch.
“Hey! Why are you assuming I’m the one who bought anything? I’m not the only one who makes terrible financial decisions in this house.”
Eddie rolls his eyes. “Well, it wasn’t Theo, was it? And it definitely wasn’t Chris.”
“Yeah. I meant you.”
“Me?” Eddie carries the packages inside, leaving them on the living room table.
“You bet 2K on yourself because you refused to go on a date with a stranger.”
“It was for charity.”
“You bought a house, lived in it for less than a year, and then sold it for half the price.”
Eddie can’t really argue against that one.
He pads down the hallway, changing the subject. “Hey, baby, I’m gonna go shower, okay?”
Buck huffs. “Fine.”
“Love you.” Eddie flicks the bathroom light on.
“Love you too,” Buck says.
“Love you more.”
“Love much more.”
“Not when I love you much more times three thousand.”
This little back-and-forth lasts for an additional four minutes. And when Eddie hangs up, Buck’s shift is almost over. But Eddie still doesn’t rush in the shower. He used to do that, scrubbing himself in less than a second, uncaring for the joy a man could find under a showerhead, how relaxing it is when your muscles loosen under the comfortable heat of the water. It was a remnant of his military past he held on to for too long, feeling undeserving of anything better.
Now, he likes better, likes buying floral shampoos and creamy lotions, hiking their water bill when he’s too hot or frustrated or stressed. Buck has never said anything about it, just smiled at the small, scented bottles once or twice. And Eddie’s grateful for his lack of reaction. Being a little obsessed with Bath & Body Works shouldn’t be a crime.
When he steps out of the bathroom, hair wet but fully dressed, he finds Buck hunched over their dining table, using his magic to glide a cutter along the brown craft wrapping of a box. He looks freshly showered too, which makes sense; they had a slow day at the station.
Buck glances up at him like he’s been caught, the reason why dangling from his hand.
Eddie looks at the pink fuzzy handcuffs and says, “No.”
“Please,” Buck whines.
“No way.”
It’s harsh, but being tied up isn’t Eddie’s favorite.
Buck pouts. “I just wanna see if you can break them. You’re the strongest guy I know.”
“Buck, you’re double my size.”
“That’s not true.”
“You’re stronger.”
“We don’t know that,” Buck says, and Eddie doesn’t bother to respond. Then: “It could be a cool way to exercise your magic, you know, see if you can just”—Buck gestures at the air—“make them unlock.”
Eddie crosses his arms, unimpressed.
Buck sighs, sending the handcuffs flying straight into the open package. “I got the pollen.”
“The sex pollen?”
“Yeah.” Buck unearths the vial from its box, handing it to him with a flick of the wrist.
Eddie looks at the shimmery powder. He’s seen it before, a gift from Adriana to Sophia when she was trying to get pregnant.
A serious gift. Not a gag gift.
“Buck, this has—It increases fertility.”
Buck smiles sheepishly. “Among other things.”
Eddie’s body softens at that, feeling so tooth-achingly fond. “Baby…”
“I’m still on the pill but, you know, maybe…It wouldn’t be so bad to have another gremlin running around. Do you—Are you—?”
“Yes,” Eddie blurts out, walking over to cup Buck’s face, stroking his cheek. “I want to. I really, really want to. Are you sure?”
“Positive.” Buck takes Eddie’s hands in his.
A beat.
“So, the handcuffs are a no?” Buck asks, and Eddie kind of wants to throttle him.
He snorts. “Yeah. Unless—”
“Unless? I know where this is going—”
“You let me do the thing. And record it.”
Buck throws himself at Eddie’s chest with a dramatic, drawn-out no, but his theatrics are over quickly enough. “One pair or two?” There’s now a handcuff suspended over Buck’s head. “I got some for your feet too, if you want.”
“Are you sure this is supposed to make us horny?” Eddie asks, skeptical, sitting with his back to the headboard as Buck ties his feet together with a click. “I don’t feel anything.”
“It hasn’t even been five minutes.”
“Just—Let me look at the vial again.”
“You’re such a control freak.” Buck passes him the pollen. “Here. It’ll go pink then we start to feel the effects.”
Eddie glances up at the powder, straining his eyes to see it held loosely in his hands, hands cuffed above the head. “Looks bright yellow to me.”
Buck takes it from him. “Shut up.”
Eddie purses his lips as Buck shakes the bottle, brows knitting together.
“Maybe if we get things going it’ll help?” Buck asks, mostly to himself.
“I’m not opposed to that.” Eddie wiggles his eyebrows.
Buck opens the vial again, putting his pinky inside.
“Uh, maybe that’s not—” Eddie cuts himself off when he sees Buck rub the coated finger on his teeth. He can’t help but grimace, worried; the instructions said to only take a very small amount.
“Relax. Worst that can happen is the magic overrides the pill,” Buck says, sending the tiny bottle straight to the nightstand with a lazy gesture, but the thing is, he hadn’t put the cork back in, leaving it open, and Eddie’s quick to realize when he sees a sprinkle of yellow drift down to his knees.
The magic pollen glows for a moment before disappearing.
Buck stares. “Oops.”
He’s lucky Eddie loves him.
Eddie sighs. “Let’s just—Please take your clothes off.”
Buck complies, showing off that little belly Eddie likes to bite, soft and pudgy. And his long, long legs when he shimmies out of his pants and underwear. Eddie tugs at the cuffs on impulse, already hating how restricted he feels, how he’s unable to touch.
Buck gets on the bed, muttering a sorry to each of Eddie’s knees, giving them a smooch to atone for his little blunder. Eddie needs him to stop touching the magic pollen. Next thing he knows, Buck’s going to turn into a bunny or something.
Well, he wouldn’t mind Buck with a tail, as long as the rest of him is human. And ears could be cute, floppy and soft, framing Buck’s beautiful face; something substantial to pull when he’s balls-deep in Buck’s mouth.
“Come here,” Eddie says, and Buck crawls up so he can give him a kiss, a soft press of the lips that Eddie turns sensual, slipping his tongue inside.
Buck’s pussy finds the meat of his thigh, and then he’s swiveling his hips, stroking Eddie’s sides with his fingers, scratching Eddie’s scalp in a way that makes him melt.
Arousal winds between Eddie’s legs, blood rushing to his cock. He can’t touch Buck, the beautiful expanse of his back, but he can mouth at his neck, at his pretty nipples, feel Buck’s cunt burning on his sensitive skin.
Buck makes a lewd noise, shifting his weight so he can press his tit closer to Eddie’s face. Eddie pulls at the bud with his teeth, grinning when Buck lets out a garbled moan, his humping turning frantic, leaving Eddie’s leg hair drenched in trails of slick. Eddie sucks hard on the flushed areola, and Buck grabs him by the nape, keeping him there, lifting his ass and snaking a hand where Eddie knows he needs it. The shlick, shlick sound of his finger as he rubs his dripping cunt—it makes a jolt of pure, bright need run down Eddie’s spine.
“Eddie.” Buck sounds indecent, dropping his hold on Eddie to clutch at a pillow, mewling as Eddie sucks even harder before letting go with a pop, admiring his work; the bud’s ruddy and enlarged, embellished by a hickey on the pec that Eddie can’t help but lap at, a wave of lust at the sight making his balls feel full and heavy.
He’s about to put his mouth on the other nipple when Buck raises his tits out of reach, leaving Eddie with a view of his abs, belly too far away to bite at. Buck inches closer, taking a hold of Eddie’s cock, keeping it right where he wants to. It twitches when it makes contact with Buck’s hot, wet cunt.
Eddie moans, trying to thrust up, but the soft material binding his ankles together makes it difficult.
“Hate this,” he pants out, pulling at the cuffs on his wrists.
Buck lets out a laugh that turns into a warbled whine, dragging his pussy up and down Eddie’s shaft, groaning as the head bumps into his clit. It feels heavenly, sweet, slick friction that makes Eddie see stars.
He tries to tug at his restraints again, suffering through a big, distressing urge to get inside Buck, inside that hole that clamps down like a vice if you abuse that tiny spongy spot on the front wall, the one that makes Buck go a little cross-eyed.
“Wanna ride you,” Buck mumbles, and Eddie nods like a bobblehead, toes curling as he tries to slip out of the cuffs, the fuzzy fabric ticking his heels.
Buck’s so soaked he shoves Eddie’s cock inside him with ease, back arching as he cries out. The wet warmth sparks a massive wave of pleasure that leaves Eddie heaving, a shock to the system that makes him let out an embarrassing sound.
Sliding down to the hilt of Eddie’s dick, Buck trembles. Eddie wants to caress him, soothe him with his touch, but the handcuffs won’t let him.
“You okay, baby?” he asks Buck, but his baby only answers in whimpers, trying to ride his dick with jerky movements, pussy so wet it drips down Eddie’s balls.
Buck’s chest bounces on Eddie’s face, and Eddie bites the tit he wasn’t able to put in his mouth earlier, rendering it still so he can suck. Buck’s pace stutters, and he lets out a cry, curling in on himself, grinding even harder. There’s shockwave after shockwave of heat, something that builds too fast and doesn’t seem to want to stop, making Eddie feel like he’s boiling, turning into smoke. Buck bears down around him, and Eddie’s hands fly out, landing on Buck’s hair, fingers curling around the strands and pulling down until Buck’s chin is tucked against his throat.
Eddie’s hazy mind realizes then, as he drools on Buck’s puffy nipple, that because his cuffs were never attached to anything, his range of movement isn’t as limited as he thought. He drags the chain up Buck’s head and down the nape of his neck, cursing when he finds he can’t go past his shoulders; they’re too wide.
Buck huffs, using his hands to drag Eddie’s arms back to the headboard, pushing himself up so Eddie has to let go of his chest, cock slipping out as well. ‘He’s punishing me,’ Eddie thinks, delirious as he sees Buck moving away, ignoring Eddie when he calls out his name.
Then, Buck’s manhandling him, making him slide down the bed with a forceful pull before he’s straddling him again, using Eddie’s legs for leverage as he puts Eddie's aching dick back inside his pussy, sucking him in with loud, wet noise.
Eddie’s eyes roll back, squeezing his ass as he tries to thrust up to no avail. His cock’s engulfed in what always feels like pure, unadulterated bliss, but now the sensations are even more heightened, spreading through his body until he’s vibrating with pleasure, ears ringing as his vision blurs.
The world goes black for a second, and then Buck’s touching his face, whining, spit dripping on the corner of his lips. His pupils swallow his irises entirely, and Eddie can almost see pink rings surrounding them. It’s weird, but Eddie’s too horny to care.
“Eddie,” Buck sobs, and Eddie needs to force himself to focus on him instead of the freezing air on half of his dick, the other enveloped in perfect warmth.
Eddie takes a deep breath. “I’m okay.”
Buck shakes, and his arms give out. Eddie lets out an “Oof” at the sudden additional weight, but Buck’s still moving, squirming on that half of Eddie he still has inside, rubbing his pubes on Eddie’s stomach.
“Cock,” Buck gurgles out, mouth on Eddie’s St. Christopher medal, trying to inch him back inside.
“You want help, don't you, sweetheart?” Eddie asks, and he can feel Buck nod like a desperate man. “But you know I can’t.” He lays his restrained hands on Buck’s neck.
Buck hiccups something, thighs visibly quivering, and then Eddie’s chain elongates, growing twelve times the size. Not what Eddie was expecting, but, hey, it does the trick.
He sits up a little, pushing up against Buck’s weight to be able to reach his own dick, cradling Buck close to his chest even if it makes the whole thing ten times harder. With the change of angle, Buck’s cunt practically swallows him down on its own, gripping Eddie like it doesn’t want him to leave again.
“Okay, now you can do all the work,” Eddie taunts; he’s sweating everywhere.
Buck shakes his head, medal still between his lips.
“No? But I thought you wanted to take the lead today.” Eddie contorts himself to stack their two big pillows together, right against the headboard. With a bout of strength, he shifts their bodies closer so his makeshift backrest can hold them up, and he can rest the muscles in his core.
After a minute, Buck sniffles, dropping the pendant to mumble, “Fu’ me, uh…”
Eddie pants, his forehead uncomfortably damp.
Buck bears down, squeezing Eddie’s dick. “Please.”
Eddie sighs. “Yeah. Come on.”
He slides his hands down to the heft of Buck’s ass, picking a tiny bit of his weight, cunt dragging deliciously up his cock, before lowering Buck down.
“That’s it. Not so hard, is it?” Eddie asks, doing it again. “Now, you do it.”
Buck sobs. “No.”
“No?” Eddie lifts him again, digging his fingers into the meat of Buck’s cheeks. “It’s gonna cost you though; I’m coming in this tight little pussy whether you want it or not.”
Buck whimpers on Eddie’s shoulder, clinging to him. Eddie lets his pinky travel to the hole that’s not being filled, tracing the wrinkled skin as it contracts, pulsing like it’s begging to be fucked.
“Or maybe your ass, if you beg pretty,” Eddie says, pushing his dry pinky inside and making Buck gasp, tensing around Eddie’s cock. “Want me to shove my dick in your ass?”
“Puss’,” Buck mumbles, nosing at Eddie’s neck, warbling out a please when Eddie presses his finger in deeper, trying to meet him with his hips.
“Guess you’re getting pregnant then.” Eddie strokes Buck’s flank. “Gonna get you all swelled up and heavy. Don’t worry; you’ll get used to it.” He pulls his finger out of Buck, ignoring his protest, and smacks him hard before picking his weight up again. “Because when you give birth, I’ll fuck another baby into you.” Buck slides down his cock. Eddie lifts him again. “And another. Fuck, I’m gonna use you until we have an entire football team.” Buck’s moving with him. There’s a steady rhythm now. “And then I’m gonna come in your pussy again, make you thank me. Thank me. Buck, thank me.”
“Thank…uh, uh, uh.” Buck pants, fucking himself on Eddie’s dick like he needs it to breathe.
“Yeah?” Eddie asks, his arms aching, ankles trying to break out of their cuffs. “You want cum in your pussy?”
Eddie’s balls are drawing tight, the molten pressure in his gut threatening to snap. He slaps Buck’s ass once, twice, making his squeal and clench around Eddie.
“Thank you,” Buck chokes out, sounding reverent, and that’s when Eddie unravels, losing himself in hot-white ecstasy, blinding, deafening. His brain leaks out of his ears, out of his dick, trying to rut into Buck but unable to because of the restraints on his feet.
There’s no comedown. His vision’s blurring again, body tingling, blood thrumming with desire that leaves him half-crazed and desperate.
Buck clamps down around him, a big burst of liquid soaking Eddie’s groin, his thighs. Eddie’s eyes widen; Buck’s never squirted that much before.
“Pee?” Buck asks, voice slurred, still slumped over Eddie, still trying to fuck himself on Eddie’s cock, which has not softened at all.
Eddie groans. “No, baby. Squirt.”
“Oh. Ah, f—” Buck’s pussy flutters, and he’s squirting again, drenching their lower halves even more.
“Is it good?” Eddie strokes his lower back.
Buck relaxes. “Sex pollen.”
“Yeah, I think so too.” Eddie grabs Buck’s ass again. “Means we need to get it out of our system.”
“Yes,” Buck says, lifting his hips, and then he’s repeating the word again and again, whimpering it out like it’s a prayer. Eddie controls the pace, digging his nails into Buck’s bouncing cheeks when he slows down.
“Good boy,” he croons when Buck speeds up again, and Buck moans, pawing at the pillows Eddie’s leaning on.
Eddie’s head bounces off the mattress, and he’s quick to guess that Buck made the pillows fly around the room, one of them then turning into an explosion of feathers.
“Fuck,” Buck curses, slapping the sheets like he just became aware that, from this angle, while his chest is flush against Eddie’s, it’s very hard for him to move.
Eddie tugs and tugs on his restraints, feeling his annoyance build into frustration as the cuffs on his ankles fail to budge — Eddie’s going to burn them after this. Something raw hums under his skin, spiking when he pulls again, planting his parted feet and slamming into Buck.
Buck squeals, coming on Eddie’s dick again, drooling on Eddie’s neck as he lets out high-pitched little sobs. Eddie’s balls hit Buck’s ass, a smacking sound that mixes with the wet noises of him hammering into Buck at a selfish pace, chasing the end of that winding pressure in his gut.
His orgasm is almost painful, unsatisfying. His cock is throbbing like he isn’t spilling himself inside Buck’s cunt. He groans at the disappointing feeling, face scrunched up.
“More,” Buck pleads, like he isn’t a pile of shaking limbs.
“Yeah.” Eddie sniffles; eyes stinging. “Let me just…” He slowly rolls them until he’s on top, Buck on his back. He has to pull his dick out in the process, which makes Buck let out an indignant whine. Eddie slides back in as soon as he’s able to, reveling in the obscene sound Buck’s pussy makes.
He stays still, because although overstimulating Buck is fun and Buck loves it, Eddie likes his baby best when he’s at least a little lucid, and there’s a lot of drool dripping down Buck’s chin, dried tear tracks on his face.
“Missionary okay?” Eddie asks, cradling Buck’s cheek.
Buck leans into his hand. “Don’t wanna move.”
“You don’t have to.” Eddie’s so hard; not rutting into Buck is getting painful. “Do you wanna stop?”
Buck digs his heels on Eddie’s back. “Move, please.”
And so, Eddie does, thrusting as gently as possible, speeding out when he gets a couple of slaps on the arm. Loud squelches sound out with every move of his hips. Everything’s so wet there’s barely any friction.
“Such a messy pussy,” Eddie leans to whisper in Buck’s ear. “Feels like sloppy seconds. How many loads you got in there?”
Buck shudders. “Th-three.”
“Three?” Eddie barely remembers coming twice, but whatever; the real number doesn’t matter. “You sure? Feels like twenty.”
Eddie watches Buck’s chest jiggle as he fucks into him, and he can’t help but think about coming on Buck’s big, bouncy tits, rubbing his dick on them to mark them with his precum. He doesn’t do that often enough.
Buck pulls him out of his fantasies. “Want twenty.”
Eddie inhales a sharp breath at the words, a rush of heat racing up his spine. “Fuck,” he pants out. “Yeah? You want that?”
“Wanna be, ah—” Buck cries out at a well-angled thrust. “Yours. Uh, your, your cumdump.” He heaves like the sentence took too much brain power, looking so flushed and pretty.
Eddie can’t help but smother his face with kisses, pecking his forehead, his birthmark, his cheeks, slipping his tongue in Buck’s ruddy, gaping mouth.
“Yeah?” he breathes out on Buck’s lips. “Just for me?” He grinds his pelvis on Buck’s swollen, hard clit.
“Yes,” Buck draws out the s, eyes rolling to the back of his head. He’s shaking, making lewd little noises that leave Eddie’s mouth pooling with drool; he wants to see Buck like this all the time, wants him trembling on his cock twenty-four-seven.
“Gonna come?”
Buck nods, letting out little ah, ah ahs.
“Be my good boy and come?” Eddie thumbs at a nipple, digging his nail in. “Come on, baby.” He feels Buck’s pussy violently contract, as if it’s trying to push him out. “Oh, that’s it. Good boy.”
Buck soaks them again, mewling like it’s too much, hitching sob after sob as he clenches deliciously on Eddie’s cock, eyes glimmering with tears. His pupils are still too wide, too pink.
“Such a good boy.” Eddie tries to soothe him with his fingers, tracing patterns on Buck’s chest. “So pretty for me.”
“More,” Buck warbles out.
“Are you—"
“More.” Buck slaps him in the face, making him reel back; he didn’t expect Buck to have the strength to do that today. The sting sends another shockwave of warm, bright pleasure through him, making him gasp.
Eddie gulps in a breath. “Okay, big boy.” He pushes himself up, pulls out again, strings of slick still connecting him to Buck’s pussy. He gathers them on a finger, savoring the salty taste as he moves to sit on his haunches. “I see you can handle a little more than I thought.”
With his hands stroking Buck’s inner thighs, he marvels at the red labia of his cunt, at the pearly substance trickling out of the gaping hole. His gaze drifts down to his own dick, a ring of white at the base: he churned his cum into creamy froth when he was rutting into Buck like a dog in heat. The fact makes him pump his dick once, trying to relieve a burst of electric heat that makes his balls ache. Buck kicks him weakly on the leg.
“You’re so fussy,” Eddie mutters, sliding in with another lewd squelch, grabbing Buck’s feet and raising them to his shoulders before he drapes himself over him, driving into his pussy with as much energy as he can muster. His muscles are crying out at the punishing pace, but Eddie doesn’t care.
“Yes,” Buck moans, back bowing off the bed, fingers twisting in the sheets. “Fuck. Wreck me.”
“I will, baby.” Eddie lowers himself to his elbows, pressing Buck flatter to the mattress. “Gonna do the thing, remember?”
Buck shakes his head. “In me. In, in—”
“Gonna breed you, baby. Gonna breed you so good.” Eddie’s hips lose pace, drowning in an onslaught of ecstasy as he shoots into Buck once again. “Fuck. Fuck.”
He keeps pounding into Buck while he floods him with come, riding the waves of pleasure. Everything’s wet and sloppy, globs of jizz being punched out of Buck with his thrusts. Feverish, he stops feeling his legs, stops feeling the mattress under his hands at all.
Buck squirts with a wail. Eddie gasps when they fall for a brief second, stomach swooping before they make contact with the bed again.
Were they floating?
Trying to gather himself, to turn his brain into less of a leaky mush, he slows down his thrusts.
“Gonna do the thing,” he decides. “Five okay?”
“Yeah. Phone,” Buck reminds him. Eddie’s cell is suddenly next to his head.
Eddie unlocks the device, pressing record as he sits up. Buck keeps himself spread open, knees to chest.
After pulling out, he strokes himself a few times, cresting on the edge of an orgasm, toes curling at the feeling. He angles his camera so it captures Buck’s sloppy cunt, and the way he jerks his dick to it, seeing white-hot, blinding stars as the big puffy folds get painted, covered, drenched in white.
Eddie’s coming way more than usual, an amount that’s surely impossible without a spell. He can barely see the pink of Buck’s folds. His cock gives a valiant twitch at the sight.
“Fuck.” Eddie stares. “Look at you.”
“Eddie,” Buck moans out, cum sliding down to his asshole, down to the sheets that are a hundred percent unsalvageable.
Panting, Eddie scoops up part of the mess, slathering it on Buck’s clit as he rubs it gently. Then, slap! Eddie’s hand makes contact with Buck’s pussy once. Buck’s legs try to curl in on themselves, his hiccuping whines turning into a wail when Eddie smacks him again, again, cum sticking to his palm. Buck’s shaking like a leaf, but he's still holding his thighs to his chest.
“You’re being so good for me.” He watches through the screen as he strokes Buck’s clit again, spreading the jizz around. “Thank you, baby. I love you so much.”
Buck soaks his fingers with a cry, Eddie helping him spray his squirt everywhere with quick flicks of the wrist. The lens gets caught on the crossfire, but he fixes the blurriness with a quick wipe before striking, spanking Buck two times on the clit.
Buck lets go of his legs then, closing them around Eddie’s hand, sobbing out something incomprehensible.
“Oh, sweetheart, it’s okay.” He ends the recording, dropping his phone to soothe Buck with his touch. “It’s over now. We said only five.”
Buck has to breathe a few times before he says, “Can you kiss it better now?”
“Of course.” Eddie gives him a peck on the knee, and Buck’s legs fall wide open. That makes him snatch one of the big pillows, lifting Buck’s hips.
“Want it to take,” he mutters, eyes on Buck’s lower half. His lower tummy looks fuller than normal, like all the loads that Eddie fucked into him are making it distend, and God, if that doesn’t make Eddie want to mouth at it, suck hickeys all over his navel.
Buck huffs. “Get to it, old man.”
Eddie glances up at him in offense. “I’m younger than you.”
Buck tries to kick him in the face, but Eddie grabs his ankle before he can make contact, pushing it back so Buck’s legs are spread ever wider when he licks Buck’s folds until they’re only glistening with his spit, plugging Buck's messy hole with a thumb while he’s lapping up his own cum.
Buck sighs, running his fingers through Eddie’s hair. Eddie drags his tongue up to Buck’s mound, his happy trail, his belly, resting his head there for a long while, cock finally soft.
“You think they’re doing alright?” Buck mumbles, stomach still twitching like he’s experiencing aftershocks.
Eddie kisses the quivering skin. “They’re safe; we made sure of that. And it’s Theo and Chris; they’re probably making tons of new friends right now.”
Eddie’s not worried. He’s pretty sure they at least sent fifty emails to each and every camp they considered sending the kids to this summer, asking all sorts of questions about the staff, the safety measures in place, the activities that were scheduled …And the one they ended up choosing has glowing reviews, including ones from Mara and Denny, and was super accommodating throughout the elimination process.
Still, Buck’s silence spells out how much he’s stressing.
Eddie props up to glance at him. “We’re one call away; they know that.”
Buck gives him a small smile. “How long d’you think until Theo sets something on fire?”
“We’ll know when the staff reaches out.”
Buck’s about to answer when his expression morphs into one of surprise. “Eddie.”
“What?”
“You were handcuffed.”
“Oh.” He looks down at himself. The restraints are gone, the only remnant a fuzzy bracelet on his right ankle. “I forgot about that. Did you make them disappear?”
“I thought you did that. Like with the pillow.” Buck mimics the sound of an explosion.
“Fuck. I didn’t realize.”
It was probably the pollen; Eddie’s not talented enough to do that. He hopes his lack of erection means it’s out of his system, even if he’s aware of the arousal slowly forcing itself back into his gut. The whole thing was fun, but they’re going to end up severely dehydrated if they keep going at it.
“Eddie.” Buck’s eyes glow pink. “I think it’s happening again.”
Oh, fuck.