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“Still,” Eddie instructs, squeezing over Buck’s hip. The motion only makes Buck squirm harder, his hole clenching tight around Eddie’s hard cock as a needy whine slips past his lips.
Eddie shifts, sinking back deeper into the couch and rocking his cock once into the slick heat of Buck’s body. Buck’s hand flies out, bracing against the armchair as his hips start to move—eager, desperate, like he’s been given permission to fuck himself on Eddie’s cock.
“Buck,” Eddie mumbles, hand coming around Buck’s body to wrap around his cock, right at the base, just the mean edge of tight.
In return, Buck lets out a pitiful little whimper his head falling forward, his desperate little writhing stopping entirely. Eddie kisses his shoulder, shushing him gently.
“You’ve been doing so good, Buck,” Eddie says, voice low, “ten minutes left to go then your punishment is over.”
“E-Ed—”
Eddie pulls his hand away from Buck’s cock and brings it down sharply against his thigh. The crack echoes over the low murmur of the television, followed by a half-choked sob from Buck.
“Puppies don’t talk, do they?”
OR: punishment for a bratty puppy.
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- Part 1 of ngl prompts.
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A soft, needy whine slips out as his hips roll, fucking up against his fingers, chasing friction. He gets lost in the steady rhythm, jerking himself until sweat beads across his brow and his thighs start to tremble. It feels so good. So fucking good.
Buck drags the tip of his index finger through the slit along the base of his clit, guiding it right over the head before—
“Fuck,” Buck curses out, spine arching. His hole clenches down around nothing, slicked and begging for something to fill it up. “Shit.”
He opens his eyes, already reaching toward the bedside table to scrounge for something to fuck himself with.
Someone says, “Hi, Buck.”
The door is open now. Huh. He thought he’d closed it. Still half-lost in the haze, Buck rolls over, grabs a toy from the drawer, and absently mutters, “Hey, Eddie.”
He pauses. The dildo slips from his fingers and clatters against the hardwood floor. Buck rolls over fully, panting hard, and his eyes finally focus on the man leaning against the doorframe.
Eddie.
Or: Buck tries to use his own fingers, but Eddie's are always better.
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- Part 2 of ngl prompts.
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“Buck,” Eddie manages, voice faint. “I’m trying to be—professional.”
“You’re trying to let me down easy,” Buck replies quietly. “Right. Because I don’t know what I’m doing. Because I’m your TA. Because I’m young. Am I right?”
Eddie stays quiet for a beat, pulse thundering in his ears. He is right. Eddie told him as much the last time he was in this office.
“I-I know what I want, Eddie,” Buck says eventually, filling the silence. “I know what I’m doing. I came onto you. I’ve been trying to make you notice me for— for months, man. I wanted you to look at me.”
Like his gaze is pulled by Buck’s words alone, Eddie lifts his head. Their eyes meet. Buck’s are so pretty—mile-long flaxen lashes framing the nicest blue Eddie has ever seen.
“Yeah,” Buck breathes out, a small smile tugging at his lips. “Like that.”
Or: Professor Eddie Diaz and his frat boy TA.
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- Part 3 of ngl prompts.