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"Please," Buck begs, lips turned down in a pout and gorgeous blue eyes pleading.
"This," Eddie accuses with a pointed finger, "is not fair."
Buck's pout transforms into a grin, and he looks all-too-pleased with himself. He waggles his eyebrows, eyes glinting. "Who said anything about fair?"
"You're a fucking menace, Buckley."
Buck steps closer, settling his hands on Eddie's hips. Eddie crosses his arms over his chest and forces himself to frown. He doubts it works very well; it rarely does when it comes to Buck. Then there's knuckles under his chin, nudging upwards, making Eddie look Buck in the eye.
"You love it," Buck smirks.
"I love you, there's a difference."
Buck shrugs. "Is there really?"
"Yes because it's very much not fair that it takes little more than a pout from you and puppy dog eyes and I fold like Chim with a bad poker hand."
"Oh come on, I don't just pout," Buck argues. He leans in, his next words tickling Eddie's skin as his lips brush the shell of Eddie's ear. "I tempt you with sex, too."
Eddie grits his teeth, rolling his eyes towards the ceiling and summoning what little self-control he has. He is a weak, weak man.
"Fine," he grits out through clenched teeth. "I give up. You win."
Buck squeezes his waist, letting out a victorious whoop and smiling widely. Eddie rolls his eyes.
"We won, Chris!" Buck calls over his shoulder. "Mexican food for the win!"