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There's a low hum of music filtering into their room from downstairs. Tommy's hands are bound to the headboard with a silk tie and Buck stares in awe at how gorgeous his boyfriend looks - how perfect.
He sits at the end of the bed, curling his hands around the ankles of Tommy's stocking-clad feet. It's the only thing he's wearing; black sheer material like a second skin and tiny pink bows that hug the trim. Buck leans forward and snaps the delicate elastic bands that stop mid-thigh against Tommy's pale skin, over and over again. He finds it addictive.
Tommy smiles up at him, eyes full of the spark Buck's falling for. There's a flame growing at the bottom of his heart, all-consuming yet content. It's the one fire he hopes he'll never have to put out. Every day he spends with Tommy is worth the years of searching for true love.
Buck leaves open-mouthed kisses along the length of the silky fabric, swirling his tongue at the gap where it meets near-bruising skin. He's overcome with the urge to map Tommy's body with his lips. Next time. His cock twitches, but he ignores it, this isn't about him.
He bites down gently on the stocking. Tommy whines below him and Buck grins before working a bruise into his inner thigh, then another, stopping close to the curve of his ass.
"Evan," Tommy says. His voice cracks, "Don't tease."
Buck smirks, but he sits back to appreciate the flush on Tommy's face and chest.
He can't stop himself from stealing a kiss. "I'm not teasing, I'm expressing my love," he says.
Buck traces a line from Tommy's lips and jaw, down his throat, along the curves of his abs and then to the base of his hard cock. His touch remains feather soft as he flattens his hands on the smooth skin of Tommy's inner thighs, parting them. Buck leans forward for another kiss, then reaches for the bottle of lube.
He warms the lube between his fingers before pressing two digits against Tommy's rim, drawing small circles around the edge before dipping in. Tommy's eyelashes flutter beautifully as he swallows the moan on his lips.
This is a favourite part. Watching Tommy lose control, seeing his reaction to every touch, the gentle smiles and unwavering trust.
Buck pushes his fingers in deeper. He stops for a second before spreading them apart slowly, committing Tommy's expression to memory. Oh, he wants to take a picture, to memorialize his boyfriend’s bliss. Next time. Their relationship has had a lot of firsts and Buck treasures the honesty they’ve built. He feels completely secure and seen in a relationship for the first time.
He settles himself onto his elbows and kisses the base of Tommy's cock before moving lower, licking along the rim where his fingers are buried.
"Fuck." Tommy's legs tighten around his waist, caging him in.
"Relax darling," he says. Buck swirls his tongue alongside his two fingers before adding a third. He takes his time opening him up, curling his fingers away from his prostate as much as he can. Buck pulls all three fingers out to kiss Tommy's hole before eating him out.
He laps at the puffy rim like a man starved, wanting to feel and taste every centimetre. Tommy's breath catches and the sound encourages him to keep going, he flattens his tongue. Buck traces his rim one curl of his tongue at a time as if they had all the time in the world. Here, there are no 911 calls, no emergencies or fires to put out; it's only them. He chases the taste of his boyfriend on his tongue and imagines a life free of danger.
Fuck. His grip tears into the stockings as he pulls Tommy closer, but he doesn't care.
"Please, Evan," Tommy whines as he curls two fingers back in to rub against his prostate. He's nearing his edge now, blush travelling further down his chest, eyes dark with desire, cock hard and pulsing.
Buck hums and says, "Let me take care of you."
He keeps pressure on his prostate as he licks the underside of Tommy's cock and takes the head in his mouth. The weight on his tongue is familiar. Buck can spend hours sucking his cock, keeping it warm and swallowing everything. Now, he sets a fast pace, sucking Tommy off to chase his incoming high, fucking him with three fingers against his prostate.
It doesn't take long before he cums; head thrown back, lips cherry red as he moans Buck's name. He's stunning.
Buck swallows and helps him ride off his high. He pops off Tommy’s oversensitive cock, but keeps his fingers in place before carefully pulling out one at a time.
Tommy groans. He's flush pink from his ears to his ass.
Buck undoes the tie binding on his hands, soothing the chafed skin with kisses before cuddling on top of Tommy's chest.
"Are you okay, darling?" Buck asks.
Tommy kisses his forehead and runs a hand through his sweaty hair, trying to tame the mess of curls.
"I'm great," he whispers.
Buck sits up on Tommy's lap to look him over. He's a little out of breath, and the marks on his thighs are starting to turn purple, but he is smiling, and his eyes are full of sparkles.
"Drink some water,” he says.
Tommy complies, reaching for the bottle on their nightstand and drinking half of it. Buck takes a gulp himself before placing it back.
He tugs at the band of the stockings once more as Tommy closes a hand around his hard cock, relieving the pressure pooling in his gut with slow, deliberate motions.
It doesn’t take much before he’s coming all over Tommy's fingers and those oh-so-delicate lace stockings.
The sight of his cum on them stirs something deep inside him and his cock takes interest. He wonders if he could convince Tommy to wear them more often. Probably.
Tommy grins. "I didn't realize you were this into stockings, Evan."
He wipes his hand onto the sheer material, smearing cum everywhere and Buck can't look away. It's mesmerizing.
"It's cause it's you," Buck says, being with Tommy brings a lot out in him.
He presses a kiss on Tommy's cheek. "I love you."
"I love you too," Tommy says.
There's an arm around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer and a hand back on his half-hard cock. Buck leans into the touch. "Can I?"
"What're you asking for?" Tommy asks. He’s leaving soft bites along his throat and Buck melts against him, trusting that he’ll hold his weight. Trusting that he'll always catch him.
“I’m not sure,” Buck admits. “But I wish we could stay like this forever.”
“That can be arranged,” Tommy says. He raises Buck’s left hand to kiss his ring finger and all at once the breath is knocked out from his chest. Oh. A million thoughts are racing through his head, but not one of them is full of doubt, not about this.
Buck smiles and links their fingers together, returning a kiss on Tommy's ring finger. “Yes. I’d love that.”
Tommy’s eyes are full of adoration and security and Buck knows that no matter what he’ll be there by his side; they'll face every emergency together.