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“Eddie. Dude.”
That, finally, does the trick. Eddie pulls off with his eyebrows in his hairline.
“Dude?” he rasps.
“Sorry,” Buck gasps. “I– I’m gonna come, just. Just, it’s not– you don’t want that in your mouth.”
Eddie looks… amused, of all things. Relaxed. Wetting his lips, he says, “Why not?”
“Uh.” Buck blinks. “It’s– do you?”
“Yeah,” Eddie says, unimpressed. “Dude.”
“I–” Buck seizes when Eddie falls right back down on his cock, the wet heat of his mouth engulfing him again. “S-sorry,” he grits out. “Baby, I’m– I’m so close, you’re gonna make me come, you’re–”
Eddie groans around him, eyes squeezing shut as he presses himself down, down, down, taking Buck deep.
“Oh, fuck–”
Or: Buck and Eddie go camping. Things spiral from there.
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“Okay, Uh—“ he racks his brain for something else Buck has done that he hasn’t. “Never have I ever kissed a man.” Buck doesn't put his finger down, just cocks his head curiously.
“Damn, six months without even a kiss, no wonder Tommy left.” Eddie mutters half under his breath. It causes Buck to snap out of his daze and give him a half-hearted middle finger. He’s still thinking, though, eyebrows scrunched together in that adorable way they used to whenever he tried to help Chris with his elementary school math homework. “What, Buck?”
“Never?” Buck asks.
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16 Nov 2025
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I wanna know baby what is it like
I know you want it baby you can have it oh I’ve never done it
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Mr. Diaz’s eyes are so infuriatingly brown, a roasted chestnut that feels lodged in Buck's throat. In certain flickers of the candlelight, they appear hazel. Another flicker, another color. Caramel, then gold. Buck doesn’t think he’s seen eyes like his before.
“So, what do you recommend? I mean, to encourage affection,” Mr. Diaz hastily elaborates, his eyes briefly shooting over towards Mr. Han before returning to Buck, almost as if he's been caught doing something he shouldn't.
With a grin so wide his cheeks nearly hurt, Buck answers pleasantly, almost saccharinely. “Dancing. Even if one’s partner is barely tolerable.”
A flash bolts across Mr. Diaz’s face, as the recognition of his own words repeated back to him lands with a satisfying crash, his mouth parting slightly as his shoulders drop, like all air escapes him, all because of Buck.
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It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single father in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of partner.
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14 Nov 2025
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“Really, Maddie. It’s just lipstick,” she turns to the man on Buck’s left. “It’s not like I’m going to go to Hell for using some lipstick, right, Father?”
“No,” He chuckles awkwardly, “I’d think not.”
Oh. He’s their priest then. Their young, hot priest.
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Or, the Fleabag au.
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12 Nov 2025
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Buddie fleabag au what more could you ask for in life
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Howie puts the car in park. Maddie blurts out, “I’m not ready to have sex yet.”
(Or: everything is about the sex they're not having, except the sex, which might be something else. Hell if Maddie knows what, though.)
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05 Nov 2025