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It started with Buck on a Wikipedia deep dive. 

As, really, many things do. It’s one of the things Eddie loves about Buck, his ability to just continuously discover and learn and absorb new information. 

Because, as everyone now knows, it’s Eddie and Buck, Buck and Eddie. 

Finally. 

Looking back, he can’t believe he spent so long assuming he was broken, unable to love like other people did. The answer had been right there, right in front of him for so many years, but he’d wasted all that time  thinking there was something wrong with him. Eventually though, after all the uncertainty, questioning, burying, almosts and near-misses, it just tumbled out of him like an avalanche. 

I’m gay. 

I love you. 

I can’t breathe when you’re not near, you are the gravity holding me to this earth, my heart beats in time with yours, I can’t imagine a future that you’re not a part of. I am yours, now and always, Buck, I’m yours if you’ll have me. 

Or, something along those lines, perhaps. 

And now, here they are, trying to be subtle about the fact they simply can’t keep their hands off each other but absolutely failing, even when at work. 

Eddie is watching the object of his affection scroll on his phone, brow furrowing occasionally. Buck may like to learn new, random, but interesting facts, but Eddie’s favourite thing to learn about is Buck himself. Currently, he’s observing the way Buck’s forehead scrunches ever-so-slightly as he concentrates on whatever it is that he’s reading. His eyebrows move slightly closer together, a little crease forming between them, and his birthmark squishes with the movement too. 

He thinks it might be one of the most adorable things he’s ever seen. He’s utterly fascinated by it all, content just to lie here, watching, drinking Buck in as long as he possibly can. 

His legs are sprawled across Buck’s lap and there’s a hand gently trailing up and down his calf, round his knee, and back down again. It’s soft and gentle and it feels like the exact opposite of everything he’s known for the last few decades of his life. Buck treats him like he’s the most precious thing in the world, and sometimes it's bewildering to Eddie to think that he is viewed in that way to someone. That someone sees him as something to treasure, to care for, to… to worship. 

Some days, it’s even more bewildering to him that that someone is Buck. 

And yet, here they are. 

He’s halfway through another bite of the muffin he’s been holding for the last five minutes when Buck makes a startled sound. A suspiciously amused sound. 

Buck fights a smile as he studies something on his screen. His hand has stilled on Eddie’s legs, simply resting on his ankle as whatever has distracted him on his phone takes up all his focus. 

Eddie tilts his head to one side where it’s resting against the cushion behind him. “You alright?”

Buck nods without looking at him and Eddie knows something’s up. 

“Buck…” There’s no one else around, so he puts a certain…tone in his voice. A tone he knows Buck likes; firm, strict, demanding an answer. 

He takes great satisfaction in the way those blue eyes turn to him, wide and ever-so-slightly glazed. Buck is just so expressive. It drives Eddie crazy. 

“Um… I’m good.”

Oh, he’s a terrible liar. 

“Really?” Eddie raises an eyebrow, and Buck nods his head vigorously in answer. 

“Yep, fine.” He’s fidgety now, leg bouncing under Eddie’s, and he knows it’s only a matter of time before Buck- 

Yep, gently and carefully removes Eddie’s legs from his lap and stands up. He looks undoubtedly shifty, but Eddie knows there is literally nothing on this earth that Buck can keep secret from him for long. 

Except, of course, the fact that he was in love with Eddie from basically the moment they met. He managed to keep that one hidden for far too long. 

“I’m just uh… gonna grab a coffee. One sec.” And with that, Buck scurries off in the opposite direction to the kitchen, and disappears down the stairs. 

Oh he’s a terrible, terrible, liar. 

Eddie watches him go, shaking his head fondly. He’ll get the answer out of Buck sooner or later. For now, he’ll let him have his secrets.

*

Eddie regrets letting Buck ‘have his secrets’ mere hours later. He curses his former self as the day quickly turns into a completely torturous combination of Buck being flirty and mysterious and teasing. 

Every time he turns around, Buck is just… there. Looking at him, raking his eyes up and down his body from head to toe. 

He’d be embarrassed but it’s… intoxicating. 

He’s never liked being looked at so intensely until Buck did it. Buck looks at him like he could devour him. 

And, if he’s honest, he wouldn’t mind being devoured by Buck. He’d let Buck sink his teeth into Eddie’s body, inhale his very essence into his lungs, and he’d willingly surrender. Anything, so he could be with Buck forever. 

Hour by hour, minute by minute, the day drags on. And Buck just keeps… looking. When they’re changing at the end of their shift, he finds Buck eyeing him up, looking at his chest, his neck, his… ears? 

He opens his mouth to ask what the hell is going on but before he can, Buck finishes shoving his stuff into a bag and gets there first. 

“I’ll meet you at the truck, okay?” He bounds off and Eddie is left reeling with curiosity. 

He knows, without needing to confirm it, that Buck is planning something. He’s too excitable, too keyed up, even more so than usual. 

Lucky, then, that Eddie adores indulging Buck when he’s in this mood. 

When Buck turns up at the truck a few minutes after him, he’s still cagey, keeping his bag behind his back, away from Eddie’s eyes. 

“Buck… what is going on?” He tries to get a glimpse of the bag, but Buck anticipates it, shifting to keep his view blocked. It’s maddening. 

“You’ll find out soon enough.”

“Buck, seriously. What are you up to?” 

Buck shoves his bag onto the rear seat of the truck and then steps close to Eddie, cupping his face in his hands. 

“Baby, trust me. You’ll find out very soon. And I thiiiiink, you’ll like it.” There’s a glint in his eye, but when he kisses Eddie it’s easy to let go of his suspicions. 

He would, after all, trust Buck with anything. He may as well trust him with this. 

And really, what else is he supposed to do when Buck is calling him baby and kissing him like he’s the air he needs to breathe?

He gets in the truck, dazed from the kiss, and doesn’t question it any more. 

*

They’re clearing up after dinner, and that excitable energy is back. Buck is literally bouncing on his toes, and he keeps looking over, a glint in his eyes. Eddie had been feeling tired after he’d showered and put some comfier clothes on but now… that curiosity is bubbling up again.  

He tries to ignore it, to hold the questions back until an explanation is offered, but it’s so damn difficult when Buck keeps drawing his gaze up and down his body in the way he is. 

“Okay seriously, what’s going on? I know you’re up to something.” He leans back against the counter behind him, and folds his arms in what he hopes is an authoritative way. 

Buck is quiet for a second as he puts away the last plate, and then he turns to face Eddie, barely holding back a grin. 

“Okay, do you trust me?” 

He sighs. The one question that has an easy answer. 

“Yes. Of course I do.”

Buck is almost gleeful as he swings himself around the table in one long, elegant movement, grabbing Eddie’s waist firmly as he positions himself in front of him. He leans in, lips tantalisingly close, and Eddie can feel himself responding, pressing his body flush against Buck’s, trying to close the gap between their lips. Buck leans back just enough to keep a bit of distance between them and a shaky breath huffs out of Eddie’s mouth. Already, there’s tension in the air, a promise of something to come. 

“Follow me.” Buck’s voice is different now; it’s low, firm, and a shudder runs down his spine so thoroughly that Buck smirks at him. He runs one hand up Eddie’s chest, over his shoulder, down his arm, and takes his hand.

He doesn’t look back as he leads Eddie to the bedroom, but there’s that energy in the air, crackling, sparking, buzzing. Buck has a plan, that much is clear. 

He would be nervous, but so far, Buck’s plans for them have always been… pleasing. 

To say the least. 

He allows Buck to guide him into the bedroom, to back him up so his calves are flush with the bed, and gently, carefully, lower him so he’s sitting down. Once he’s satisfied that Eddie is obeying his guidance, he stands up straight.

“Stay there.” His eyes are focused on Eddie, serious, dark. 

Eddie simply nods. He’s absolutely captivated by this side of Buck. He’s getting the sense that this is going to be very different from all their previous… exploits. 

He watches as Buck turns to his bag and pulls out a…. clipboard? 

“Buck, what the fuck?” He can’t help it, the words just burst out of him with a laugh, and that intoxicating energy that was sitting in the air between them dissipates. 

Buck’s own laugh is gleeful and loud, warming the room. “Okay, so, remember earlier when we were on the couch at work?” 

“Mmhmm. You were being suspicious as hell.”

Buck mock-glares at him, before turning back to the clipboard and clearing his throat. “Whatever. I was just like, browsing I guess, and I read about something I thought you might like.” He tries to stifle his smile, and Eddie’s honestly not sure whether he should be nervous or excited.

“Okay…” He sits on his hands to stop himself fidgeting. 

“Nuh-uh, I’m gonna need those hands.” 

It’s like the world stops still for a second as the words land. 

“What?” His heart is pounding, thud, thud, thud. That energy is back, that spark in the air, and he senses now that it’s going somewhere he could end up liking quite a lot. 

“Have you heard of the seven erogenous zones?”

Eddie simply stares at Buck, eyes wide. The seven what? 

Buck laughs. “I’m going to take that as a no. So, apparently, there are seven erogenous zones. You know, like, parts of the body that turn you on? And tonight, I’m going to test them all out on you. If you’ll let me.”

Eddie’s heart does that heavy thud again, just once, and heat runs up and down his body. Buck’s gaze is like a spotlight, piercing and direct, and desire is pooling in his lower belly already. 

“What… what does that… what?” He’s embarrassed that he can’t form a coherent sentence, but the delight in Buck’s eyes is worth it. 

“What does that mean? Is that what you’re trying to say?” He’s crooning now, teasing, and it sends another shudder down Eddie’s spine. “Well, it means I’m going to see whether any - or all - of these ‘zones’ turn you on.” 

He hands the clipboard to Eddie as he continues. “I feel pretty confident they’ll all turn you on if I’m in charge.” 

Eddie stares at the piece of paper stuck to the clipboard. He’d laugh, if he wasn’t buzzing with anticipation. There’s a list of words staring back at him, with an empty box next to each one. 

Ears. 

Lips.

Neck.

Nipples.

Thighs. 

Butt. 

Dick. 

He does laugh then. “Dick? Really? You couldn’t make it sound any more sophisticated than that?”

Buck frowns, just for a second, before he takes a step forward, pushing Eddie’s legs apart with his knees. That heat returns, running up his spine now. When Buck’s hand reaches down to palm his cock through his sweats, he realises he’s half hard already. 

He flushes, tries to look away, but Buck grabs his chin and forces him to meet his gaze. “What was that you were saying baby? Were you making fun of my list?” 

The words just won’t form. He’s utterly powerless beneath Buck’s hands, limp and boneless already, desperate for Buck to touch him more. He looks up, whimpers slightly when Buck strokes his thumb along his jawline, a trembling mess of desire already. 

And they’re still fully clothed. God, he loves this man. 

“As I was saying.” Buck takes a step back, and grabs the clipboard out of his hand where it’s fallen limply on the bed beside him. “I’m going to test each one of these out on you. But first… you need to be good and get ready for me.” Eddie watches as Buck grabs something else, out of a drawer this time, and his heart starts beating fast as he realises what Buck intends to do. 

Oh god. He’s in trouble. 

“Take your clothes off and lie back for me.” 

There is such authority in Buck’s voice, a tone he’s never heard before. He’s electric with it, desperate to please him. Now he realises why Buck responds so well when he uses that tone of voice. 

Obediently, he stands up and pulls his t-shirt off, followed by his sweats and pants. Buck keeps that steady gaze on him the whole time, and he can feel a flush rising beneath his skin, painting his chest and face pink with desire. He stands there, naked, Buck appraising him slowly from head to toe. The vulnerability he feels right now is only making him more aroused, more flushed; it’s simultaneously torturous and a relief, excruciatingly embarrassingly and maddeningly thrilling. 

“You’re beautiful.”

He flushes harder then, pinker by the second, unused to the praise, the compliments, however often Buck says it. He tries to reach out to touch him, to kiss him, but Buck takes a step back, out of his reach. 

“Nuh uh uh.” He tuts, wags his finger at Eddie with that infuriating authority. “Lie down. Hands up.”

Eddie’s fully hard now, already so turned on that he’s only capable of taking shallow, shaking breaths. He obeys the command, and lies down on the bed, raising his hands above his head. He thinks he’d quite like Buck to bring out this side of himself more often. 

When Buck wraps a soft cloth around each of his wrists and ties him to the headboard, he wonders if it’s possible to die from anticipation. 

He’s literally buzzing with it, heart pounding, legs trembling, a delicious heat pooling in his lower belly. He stares up at Buck, and when those blue eyes meet his, he knows it’s obvious just how turned on he already is. A soft whisper escapes Buck’s lips before he disappears back down to the end of the bed. “Fuck.”

It’s torture to watch Buck undress himself, without being able to reach out and touch where he wants to. He wants to bury himself in that soft belly, to bite those firm biceps, lick the spot where he can feel Buck’s pulse in his neck, wrap his hands in those delicate curls. 

For now, he has to be content with merely watching. 

It’s utterly maddening. His head is spinning with it. The air in the room is thick, heavy with desire - and Buck has barely touched him. A light groan of frustration escapes him. 

Buck grins, and grabs the clipboard. 

“Up first. Ears.” 

He can’t help the roll of his eyes. He’s already hard, a mere touch of his ears isn’t going to make it any worse. 

Or, better, really. 

“Oh, you think ears won’t do anything for you?” Buck throws the clipboard onto the bed and folds his arms; Eddie is mesmerised by the way his belly and arms move, by the rhythm of his muscles and soft skin. It’s a few seconds before he realises he’s supposed to respond. 

“No I just… come on Buck. Look at me. I don’t… I don’t need… ears.” He’s flushing again, pulling at the restraints with the need to cover himself somehow, almost embarrassed by how obviously turned on he is, but Buck laughs and there’s a promisingly evil glint in his eye. 

“Don’t worry baby. I’ve got you. And you know… you look beautiful when you’re like this. So needy.” He drags his gaze over Eddie’s body, and he knows he’s already flushed with desire, teetering on a cliff edge just from the promise of what’s yet to happen. 

A satisfied sigh huffs out of Buck and then things really kick up a notch. He drops to the bed, onto his hands and knees, and literally crawls up the bed to Eddie. His gaze is focused on Eddie’s face; locked in, a predator coming for his prey. 

It’s everything Eddie ever dreamed of. Buck is looking at him as if he really is going to devour him whole, like he wants to take him apart and consume him; it’s devastatingly arousing. He’s so much bigger than Eddie now, all power and strength beneath the beautiful softness that Eddie adores so much, and in this moment he wants nothing more than to submit to that soft strength.

Buck’s careful with his movement, barely touching Eddie as he moves up the bed. Every time he tries to shift closer, Buck moves away. It’s absolutely agonising, the lack of contact, but he’s starting to realise that it’s all part of Buck’s plan. 

When they’re finally parallel, Buck lowers his head down, darts his tongue out and licks just the top of his ear, ever so gently. 

It’s enough. His cock jumps with the contact, hips lifting off the bed just slightly, and he’s realising very quickly that he’s not going to be able to be dismissive of this plan for much longer. He’s already desperate for more, the restrained contact between them simply heightening the need for Buck to touch him. 

Buck runs his tongue over Eddie’s ear, nudges gently into the ridges and curves, scrapes his teeth over the outer edge, bites his lobe and tugs, and oh god it’s so much worse than he thought it could be. 

It’s everything. And this is only the start. 

“Stay still for me baby. Don’t move.” Buck’s voice is a low, vibrating whisper pouring in like silk, directly into his ear, teeth scraping against his skin, and he groans. 

That tongue runs over his ear again. Another whisper. 

“Do you wish you could touch yourself? Do you wish I would touch you?” He bites, tugs again. 

Eddie nods, panting, gasping. 

“I said stay still.”

Oh. God. 

“Yes, Buck, yes.”

It’s barely begun and he’s already an incoherent mess. 

Buck breathes gently, hot air running over his ear, into his hair slightly, and it sends a shudder right down his spine just as Buck bites a bit harder and pulls at his earlobe. He jerks with it, almost thrusts into the air, powerless to stop the movement, desperate for Buck to continue. 

Just as he thinks he’s reached his limit, Buck reaches over and his hand starts playing with Eddie’s other ear. He’s so gentle, pulling and tugging and running his fingers over and round the top of his ear. 

He never knew ears could be so sensitive. He realises his eyes are shut, squeezed tightly with the tense desire running through him, and when he opens them he sees Buck grinning down at him. 

“How are you doing?” 

He can only nod desperately. It’s not just what Buck’s doing to his ears, as good as it is. It’s the focused attention, the torturous contact on just one part of his body while every other part of him is open, exposed to the room. Everything Buck does just makes him want more, but he can’t get it and he feels like he’s going to explode.

Buck stops playing with his ear and pulls back. Eddie watches in disbelief as Buck grabs the clipboard. 

“So. Ears? Yes or no?” 

“Buck.”

“Yes?” He’s smiling, smug and pleased, and the sound of the pen clicking as he prepares to note down Eddie’s answer is so fucking infuriating. 

God, he’s so turned on right now. 

“Yes, Buck. Fucking yes.”

“I knew it!” He’s gleeful as he adds a big, dramatic tick next to the ‘Ears’ part of his list, the swipe of the pen smooth against the paper. He puts the clipboard back down and then he’s looking at Eddie, gaze firm and controlled again. “Can you remember what’s next?”

There’s heat in his lower belly, flames flickering again. Of course he remembers.

“Lips.” His voice comes out croaky, hoarse with desire, and he’s sure he sees Buck’s mouth twitch. 

“That’s right.” He swings one leg over until he’s settled with a knee either side of Eddie’s torso. He’s desperate for Buck to sit, to press his weight down, to hold him, pin him down, but Buck keeps himself hovering just above, avoiding any contact other than what’s on the list. He whimpers, tries to push himself up, but Buck pushes him down with a hand to his chest before letting go again. He gets it - there are rules here that Buck has implemented and he needs to obey. He’s dizzy with the want of it all.  

There’s a moment of silence then, broken only by Eddie’s soft whimpers and heavy pants, as Buck simply looks at him again. 

After a few seconds of that tense, promising silence, Buck reaches forward and presses his thumb to Eddie’s lower lip. Gently, he brushes it to one corner of his mouth, then up around his top lip, and back round to the centre of his lower lip again. He can feel his mouth opening wider, desperate for something more, but this soft, gentle touch is… hypnotic. 

Buck leans forward then, still raised, so he’s on his hands and knees over Eddie. Heat is flickering in his veins, and he resists the urge to lift his body for contact. It takes a level of self restraint he didn’t even know he had. He pulls at the cloth around his wrists instead, tugging and pulling as if he has a hope in hell of expelling any of the energy currently coiled up tightly inside his body.

God, it’s everything to surrender to Buck like this.

He’s looking up at those blue eyes, pleading silently, and he sees the moment when Buck takes pity on him. He leans down, mouth hovering just above Eddie’s, and for a brief moment his cock brushes against Buck’s belly. A whimper escapes, the barely-there contact just enough to send electricity running through his veins, his attention now drawn to his aching cock, and Buck grins. 

“God… you’re desperate for it, aren’t you?” He’s so close that Eddie can feel the air he exhales brush against his lips and he wonders if that was intentional. It appears that Buck is utilising his words just as much as his hands in this experiment. 

“Buck, please.” He knows Buck likes it when he begs, and he’s proven right once more. It’s gentle, so soft, almost blink-and-you-miss-it, but Buck kisses him. 

A brush of lips so tantalisingly brief it sends a shudder down his spine. He just wants more. 

More, more, more. It’s a chant running through his entire body, his veins singing in response to Buck. 

Another whisper of a kiss, and then Buck licks Eddie's lips, quickly, firmly, and the change in contact, the wetness of it, it’s unbearably hot. He’s burning up with desire, with the want for more, more, more. He can’t help it, he thrusts up once more, seeking contact, and there - his cock brushes against Buck’s own hard cock. It’s instant relief just for a second, and a whimper, almost a sob, escapes him as Buck shifts out of his way again. 

Buck leans on one hand, and with his other, he pushes two fingers into Eddie’s mouth. It’s rough, firm, and finally the kind of contact he needs. Enough of the softness. He needs more. 

“Suck.”

And oh boy, does Eddie do what he’s told. He looks straight up at Buck and sucks those fingers desperately, whimpering, whining, never breaking eye contact. He uses his tongue, swirling in and around Buck’s fingers, pretends it’s something else, something more. He swallows, letting the natural movement of his tongue press against Buck’s fingers, watches the heat build in that blue gaze staring down at him. 

It’s only when he feels Buck’s thumb sweep back and forth against his lower lip again that he finds himself pushing up again, up, up, up, desperate for contact against his achingly hard cock once more, but Buck is one step ahead of him and shifts away. 

No, not away. Closer. He’s trembling with need as Buck shifts up the length of Eddie’s torso and lightly rests some of his weight onto his chest. He’s practically drooling as Buck takes his cock in his hand and drags it lightly across Eddie’s mouth, smearing precome. His other hand moves so it’s resting on top of Eddie’s where it’s tied to the bed, and Buck is just everywhere around him, caging him in.

It’s still not quite enough. He wants Buck in him, he tries to open his mouth to take more, wants to taste him fully, but Buck just keeps teasing him. He moves his cock over his lips, so close and yet not enough. He can see that Buck is on the brink, that it’s taking everything in him not to lose control; but one thing he knows about Buck is that when he has a plan he likes to stick to it. 

He shouldn’t be surprised when Buck pulls back, swings a leg over so he’s no longer hovering above Eddie. He feels weightless, just for a second, but the press of lips against his brings him back to earth with a jolt. It’s wet, filthy, the taste of Buck sitting there between them. A tongue curls into his mouth and then Buck is gone again, back to the end of the bed, and Eddie is left whining for more, licking his lips to get every last taste.

Buck picks up the fucking clipboard again. 

“So. Lips?” He sounds slightly strangled, the effort of holding himself back clearly getting to him now, but he’s firm, dedicated. 

Eddie groans and closes his eyes. “Buck.”

He hears the click of the pen, the swipe of the ink against the paper, but he’s not prepared for how quickly Buck moves next. 

One second he’s kneeling at the end of the bed and then suddenly his breath is against Eddie’s skin, so close it’s unbearable. 

“Ready for what’s next?” 

Neck. 

“Yes.” It comes out as a whine and he opens his eyes to find Buck stretched out next to him, mouth so close to his neck he can feel every breath. He turns his head more, desperate for the feel of Buck’s soft curls against his cheek but a hand catches his chin and firmly turns his head the other way, opening up the space around his neck. 

“Stay still.” 

A shudder runs through his entire body when Buck darts his tongue out and makes contact with the skin over his pulse point. He’s sure Buck can feel just how hard and fast his heart is beating, that he knows exactly what he’s doing to Eddie. 

He gasps when Buck bites, firmly enough to send sparks down his spine, and then he’s sucking at the tender skin on his neck and it’s sharp and hot and just the right side of pain to make him feel completely unhinged with need. 

He’s absolutely desperate for relief, he can’t help himself, hips bucking into the air but finding nothing there, and Buck sucks firmly, tongue running over the skin, before pulling back and letting him go. 

Then, he’s kissing, up to Eddie’s hairline, back down again, over that newly tender point on his neck that he’s fairly sure has become his new centre of gravity. Goosebumps run down his skin, hot and cold all at once, and he thinks he briefly goes blind with how turned on he is. Sweat runs down his forehead. 

Buck hasn’t even touched his cock yet. He feels insane. 

Buck bites again, sucking hard enough to leave another mark, and once he’s satisfied with that, he pulls back. 

“You doing okay baby?” 

He nods, tries to turn his face to look at Buck, but that hand is back, holding him in place. 

“Not yet.” Buck pulls back before swinging his body over Eddie. There’s a brief, delicious moment where his cock makes contact with Buck’s leg again and he groans with relief, hips jerking again, but it’s not enough. Every time, it’s just enough to draw every part of his attention to how hard he is, but never enough for what he needs. He’s starting to wonder if Buck is doing it deliberately. 

He almost wants to sob with how turned on he is. 

He doesn’t want it to stop. 

Then there’s lips at his neck again, the other side this time, biting and sucking and kissing and licking and he’s utterly lost with how good it feels. He’s feral with the desperation for Buck to carry on, to keep going, to mark him all over. 

He’s whining, sweating, hips jerking every now and then, but when Buck pulls back and leans over for the clipboard he groans with frustration. 

“Buck…” He should be embarrassed, he thinks, embarrassed at how needy he is for more. 

Buck simply laughs at him. “I’m going to assume neck was another yes.” That arrogant swipe of pen against paper is almost infuriating to Eddie, if it didn’t mean yet another good thing was coming. 

Because he’s accepted it now - this whole experiment of Buck’s is going to be the most delicious kind of torture. 

And then, his gaze widens as he remembers what’s next - nipples. 

This isn’t something they’ve explored before, but just as the nerves threaten to rise up, Buck leans down and circles his tongue around his nipple. 

Eddie groans. God, it feels good. Better than expected actually. He thinks perhaps there isn’t a single part of his body that Buck could play with that wouldn’t turn him on. 

Buck licks and circles his tongue and grazes his teeth, gently, and it’s a few seconds before he realises the gasping breaths echoing in the room are coming from his own mouth. There are goosebumps running all over his chest, his legs are trembling, and he’s so fucking hard he thinks he might cry from the lack of contact right where he needs it. 

Just as he catches his breath, Buck pinches his other nipple between his fingers and twists, and then he’s crying out, practically wailing, babbling nonsensical words, thrusting into the air helplessly. The harsh pain on one side mixed with the soft wetness on the other… it’s too much, it sets him alight and even the brush of Buck’s arm against his belly is just fuel to the fire. 

He strains upwards, pushing his chest into Buck’s mouth and hand as much as he can, begging for more, hips jerking. 

“Fuck… Buck, oh god, oh god.” 

Instantly, Buck pulls back, and the lack of contact makes him feel like he’s groundless, floating. He’s tugging on the restraints around his wrist, straining, arching up and… Buck is smirking at him. 

Did he almost… come? Without Buck even going near his cock?

He’s open-mouthed, staring at Buck, who cocks his head and smiles as he kneels next to him. 

“Okay… yeah. Nipples are a big yes, huh?” He makes another swipe on that fucking clipboard, dramatic and loud, and then leans over Eddie.

“I’m gonna give you a breather baby, okay? You can’t come until I say so.” 

And with that, he disappears out of the room. 

The only sound is his own heavy, desperate, gasping breaths. He’s so turned on he can’t think straight, his whole body straining with the need for contact, for Buck to touch his cock and give him the relief he needs. The orgasm is right there, he can sense it in every part of his body, tingling from his toes to the tip of his fingers - he just needs Buck. 

Footsteps pad, and Buck reappears, a glass of water in his hands. 

He carefully pushes an arm underneath Eddie’s shoulders, propping him up just slightly, careful not to put strain on his shoulders while his arms are still tied up above his head. Even the smooth brush of his arm on Eddie’s skin has him whimpering, almost enough to tip him over the edge. 

“Drink this.” He holds the glass to Eddie’s mouth and the coolness of the water gives a different kind of relief. It’s grounding, bringing him back down to earth with a refreshing clarity, and he sighs as Buck takes it away and puts it on the table. He’s still turned on beyond belief, but he’s not on a knife edge anymore. That pleasant buzz is back, the anticipation, a warm electricity zapping through his veins. 

Blue eyes stare back at him. “You good?” 

“Yeah.” He smiles, and Buck breaks his own rules to give him a soft, gentle, caring kiss, brushing the sweat off his forehead. It’s brief but firm, a promise of more to come. 

“Then we carry on. Remember what’s next?” 

And now, Eddie realises why Buck gave him a breather when he did. Things are about to take a turn. 

Thighs. 

He knows Buck sees the moment he remembers, that he knows Eddie well enough now to spot the rekindled desire in his gaze. 

“You ready?” Eddie nods, quickly, firmly, and Buck’s delighted laugh fills the room. “Oh look at you. So eager, aren’t you?” 

Heat floods his body. He thinks that before he met Buck he never would have felt so comfortable to show his desire like this, but Buck looks at him with such naked want in his own eyes that he can’t find it in himself to be truly embarrassed about it. 

“Yes. Buck, please.” He’s flushing as he says it, but the way Buck’s eyes follow the pattern of the blush as it rises up his chest makes him breathe just that bit heavier. His gaze flickers down and he sees Buck is just as hard as he is, holding a palm to himself for a bit of that relief that he’s refusing to give Eddie. 

If, in this moment, Eddie’s mouth waters, he thinks he can be forgiven. 

Buck lets out a slightly strangled sigh, then moves down the bed, agonisingly slowly, not breaking eye contact until he’s settled between Eddie’s thighs. His hands push Eddie’s legs further apart and even that firm, authoritative contact is enough to make him whimper with want. 

It’s slow, so slow, but Buck leans forward slightly, pushes his tongue out and licks up the inside of Eddie’s thigh. It’s warm, wet, soft, but it’s the way that Buck keeps his piercing blue gaze locked on Eddie’s that really sends a shudder down his spine. 

Teeth bite at his skin then, and it’s a spike of sharp pain on his inner thigh, but Buck gets the pressure perfectly right. He pulls, briefly, tugging at the soft skin, and Eddie’s panting with the sharpness of it. 

He’s desperate, so fucking desperate, to grab onto Buck’s curls and feel the soft hair between his fingers but he’s still tied up. It’s agonising, but it’s perfect. He’s completely at Buck’s mercy and it’s driving him fucking insane. 

Buck sucks at the tender, thin skin and Eddie sobs. It’s beyond everything he thought possible, to be so turned on so quickly and thoroughly, but every touch of Buck’s hands and breath and body is like a fucking drug, a high he wants to spend his whole life chasing. He can still feel the echo of a touch on his ears, lips, neck, nipples, the ghosts of previous points of pleasure haunting him, even as Buck works his way over his thighs. Buck is everywhere and nowhere, and it’s so fucking good. 

Buck is marking his thighs, biting and sucking just like he did his neck, creating a pattern so vivid he may as well write his name on Eddie’s skin.

“Buck, Buck, Buck…” He doesn’t even realise he’s chanting his name, whimpering it over and over and over, until Buck takes pity and runs a soothing hand up his torso, in lieu of being able to hold his hand. The touch is simultaneously comforting and blazingly hot, reigniting his desire, and then he’s pushing up, up, up into the empty air, begging for more. 

“Okay baby, okay.” Soothing words, kind words, but just like his touch, the honey sweetness of his voice sets Eddie ablaze and a tear runs down his cheek. The feel of a gentle kiss being pressed to his inner thigh is overwhelming, soft and gentle after the sharp pain of teeth, and he sobs again. 

When he sits back, Buck reaches for the clipboard and smirks at Eddie. “So, thighs? Yes?” 

“Yes. Fucking hell, Buck, please.” The words are choked through his tears, he’s straining at the ties around his hands, his whole body arching towards Buck.

Buck, who makes another mark on the paper, puts it down, and leans over him. 

“Oh baby.” His breath runs over Eddie’s skin, down his neck, over his shoulders, down his arms. It’s cooling, and he realises he’s burning up with desire, hot and electric and crackling in his veins.  

When Buck crawls back down to the end of the bed, he remembers what’s next. The anticipation is utterly delicious, a spark running through his veins, his whole body buzzing with it. 

The click of the lube bottle is enough to have him groaning, pulling at the restraints once more, and Buck is chuckling - a dark, low chuckle that stirs the flames sitting low in his belly. 

“Relax.” 

For a moment, he feels so tightly strung, so electric with desire, so out of his mind with want, that he doesn’t understand what Buck means. He’s present but not, hot but cold, clear-headed but a foggy mess. He’s a man of contradictions right now, so when Buck says relax, in that low, firm tone, he thinks, I can’t. 

And then, Buck’s fingers gently circle his hole, the clinical coldness of the lube bringing him back to earth and he does. He relaxes. Buck pushes a finger in, just gently, strokes in and out at a fucking glacial pace.

“Buck…” He tries, tries to say that he needs more, that he likes it when Buck is a little bit rough, the burn of it something he almost needs. 

Except Buck knows that so… this is intentional. He groans, and Buck’s chuckle is maddening. 

Slowly, bit by bit, knuckle by knuckle, Buck eases his whole finger in. Eddie knows he’s drawing him in, clenching around him, grinding down onto the finger, his body begging for more. It’s not enough, not quite enough, but he’s whimpering with relief all the same, eyes closed, sweat dripping down the sides of his forehead. 

And then Buck…. disappears. The touch stops and he’s left arching up, chasing it, desperate for it, clenching around nothing.  

He jerks his head up and Buck is simply grinning at him. He groans. 

“Buck.”  

He thinks it would be cruel of Buck to stop here, when he was so thorough, so torturous with everything else on his goddamn list. 

He’s just about to protest more when Buck lowers his head and-

Oh. 

His tongue prods gently and Eddie feels electric. Buck’s hands run up and around his thighs, and he understands now, the rules have changed. Buck is touching him because he can’t not. He’s giddy with the knowledge of it. 

Buck’s tongue pushes in, taking the space where his finger was, and it’s wet and filthy and sloppy and he’s sobbing again. The lack of contact on his cock is driving him insane, and despite how good Buck’s tongue feels now, he’s blindingly desperate for more. 

Hands are running up and down his torso, pinching at his nipples, and he cries out, jerking up, Buck doing his best to follow the path his body takes. 

“Buck, Buck, please, oh my god, Buck please.” His voice is hoarse, broken, strained with desire, and then finally, finally, the restraint around one of his hands unravels with a snap and he’s free, he’s free to touch. 

His hand is in Buck’s hair first of all, a sigh of relief escaping him as the softness of those curls grounds him and then he can’t help himself, he wraps his hand around his cock and strokes up and down just once and-

Buck is above him, pinning his hand to the bed, and there’s a feral, deranged look in his eyes. 

“I said, stay still.” 

Eddie sobs, once, pitifully, desperately, pathetically. “Buck, I… I… I need…”

The silence is broken only by the sounds of their breaths mingling in the air. 

“Buck, please.”

The clipboard has been long forgotten. 

“Fuck.” When Buck crushes their mouths together, Eddie whimpers in relief, tears running down his cheeks. He arches up, grinding, thrusting, Buck finally allowing contact between them as he sinks his weight down. 

The feeling of Buck’s cock lined up with his has Eddie seeing fucking stars. It’s rough but soft, everything he needs but nowhere near enough. 

Once again, he’s a man of contradictions. 

“Buck…” He’s gasping, whining, sobbing, he doesn’t even know. He just knows he needs Buck to do something. He uses his free hand to pull Buck closer in, and then he feels the restraint around his other hand loosen and he’s free, free to touch and explore. His hands wrap into those curls, holding Buck close, kissing him desperately, whimpering into his mouth. 

The lube bottle clicks again. A hand reaches down, circles his hole, two fingers sliding in. Rough, harsh, a burn that sets him alight. He brings a knee up, wraps a leg around Buck’s waist and it just deepens the exploration of those two fingers. He grinds, messily, aimlessly, anything to get friction against his aching cock.

Buck’s tongue searches his mouth, exploring, licking, while his fingers mimic the same action down below. He’s absolutely out of his mind with the dual sensation, the rhythm of it almost too much to handle, and he can barely comprehend how Buck is even doing this. Buck’s tongue curls in his mouth and his fingers crook just so at the same time and-

When Buck’s fingers seek out the spot that makes him go rigid with arousal, his vision goes white for a second. He comes back down to earth as Buck retracts his hand again, just slightly. Once again, he’s been brought to the knife edge of desire and back again. His breath is stuck in his chest, his orgasm once again tingling throughout his entire body, and he’s just grinding, desperately seeking the release he needs. 

“Baby… I said don’t come until I say so. Can you hold on a little bit longer for me?” Buck’s voice is firm, but he knows there’s a genuine question here. 

Can he? 

He nods desperately, he wants to do it, he wants to wait. He wants more of this, as much of it as he can take, and he wants to please Buck. He wants. 

“Fuck.” Buck lowers his forehead into his neck, breathing heavily, and then those fingers inside him part, opening him up, and he’s gasping. He’s whining, thrusting up, up, up, cock firmly grinding against Buck’s hip. He knows he’s ready, he wants him inside now, but before he can even try to form the words Buck is moving. 

He tries to breathe but it catches in his chest as Buck nudges against his hole, easing in, bit by bit, and oh god, he’s so full. Buck lets out a groan and Eddie can see it in his eyes, that being so restrained has pushed him to the brink. He looks completely undone, a breathless mess, muscles straining, sweat dripping down his forehead. 

He looks how Eddie feels. 

The words start falling out of Eddie’s mouth, encouraging him, wanting more of whatever Buck has left in him to give him. “Come on, come on Buck, please, please, I need you.” 

Buck lets out a choked sound, on the verge of hysteria, and his hands move forward to grab Eddie’s waist, those gorgeous hands wrapping around him firmly, securely. Buck pulls him in closer as he thrusts forward once more and then he’s in. The fullness is overwhelming, he feels like he never really caught that breath he lost, but for a split second, Eddie feels calm. Everything is right with the world. 

He sighs. 

And then, Buck thrusts. 

The pace picks up, and that piercing gaze never leaves his. It’s absolutely hypnotic, mesmerising, bewitching, the way that Buck just looks at him. 

Like he sees into his very soul. 

Eddie’s panting, breathing heavily, whimpering occasionally, and he’s aware of the wet, sloppy sounds of Buck thrusting into him. Buck, who’s sweating just as much as he is, eyes bright, curls stuck to his forehead.

Just as he thinks, we didn’t get to the end of the list, a hand wraps around his cock and it’s bliss. 

Buck brushes a soft thumb over the tip of his cock and he can’t understand how Buck can be so gentle while he’s taking him apart all at the same time. 

And then, Buck shifts, and he’s hitting that spot again and oh god-

He’s on that knife edge, so close to release, drunk on the feeling of Buck inside him, touching him, looking at him. He can’t catch a breath, every time Buck thrusts it pushes the breath out of his lungs and he revels in the feeling of being so full that there isn’t even space in him for fucking oxygen. He’s close to tears, the pleasure simply too much to bear but also everything he’s ever needed. It’s white-hot, electric, burning him up from within. 

Buck tightens his grip on his cock, twists, strokes up and down, and then, finally, those magic words:

“Come for me, baby.” 

Eddie fucking wails, his whole body shakes, and he thinks he blacks out for a second. His orgasm ripples through his entire body, he’s shattering into pieces, arching, whimpering, clenching around Buck and then Buck is crying out his name and then-

Silence. Except for the sound of them breathing. 

In. Out. 

Eddie hiccups. 

Buck slips out of him, falls heavily onto the bed, exhausted. In a post-orgasm haze, Eddie rolls over and flops his body onto Buck’s beautiful, broad, soft chest. Listens to his heartbeat, breathes him in, moulds his body to Buck’s.

They breathe. The sweat dries. Heartbeats slow. 

He doesn’t really know how much time has passed when Buck shifts, gently slips out from underneath him and pads to the bathroom. He comes back with a cloth, cleans them up, wipes the dried come and sweat away. He pulls a blanket over them both when he lies down again and then they’re back, skin to skin, as close as they can be, breathing in sync. 

Eddie’s almost asleep when Buck speaks, voice sleepy and content. 

“So, is that… checks all round? On the list?” There’s a smile in his voice, smug in a loving way. 

Eddie buries his face further into that chest, hides his own smile as he replies. “You can tell me. It’s your turn next.”