long time no see! once again, the pattern holds and I come to you with a smut idea that possessed me on a transatlantic flight -- this time the buddietommy variety
I meant to post this earlier but made the mistake of thinking I was over the jet lag and could lie horizontal on my couch, and then I woke up like
this wip is currently called "plane fic" but the only plane relevant to it is the one I started writing this on (the alternative title in my notes app was "absolute filth")
tagging @princessfbi @dreaming-marchling @thegingerparty @firehose118 @tizniz @politenotice @greencreekwolf @allisonrw96 and anyone else who wants to be tagged because my brain doesn't know what timezone it's in and isn't functioning
said absolute filth below the cut
Eddie's plug is still buzzing away on high. He's panting, exhaling heavy, wet breaths into Tommy's mouth as he ruts against Tommy with what little range of motion he has. Tommy's own plug is still on the lowest setting, almost ignorable when he has Eddie squirming against his rock-hard cock. Tommy so desperately wants to kiss the moans from Eddie's lips. He works his mouth as best he can, running his tongue along the underside of the silicone ball that both connects and separates them, wishing it's Eddie's tongue he's tasting.
Evan notices, because of course he does. "Aw, are you trying to kiss?" he coos from somewhere above them. "Go on, work for it."
Tommy groans but continues his efforts, moving his head as much as he can to try for a better angle. His lips brush Eddie's, the barest hint of a touch, and Eddie moans again, pressing forward. The gag is coated with their combined saliva, and it makes an obscene slurping sound as they both try to wriggle closer.
Abruptly Tommy's plug buzzes to life and he gasps, jerking out of the thwarted kiss as much as he can. Eddie whines high in his throat, his plug evidently lowered back down now that it's Tommy's turn to be tormented. The vibrations seem to echo through Tommy's entire body. He lets out a string of garbled curses, rutting frantically against Eddie's cock and stomach as he fights the restriction of the hogtie.
"Fucking hell, that's hot," Evan's disembodied voice murmurs. "I could watch you all day."
"Hold this for me."
And then Evan shoves the dildo into Tommy's mouth.
Tommy chokes and nearly gags as the shaft fills his entire mouth, hitting the back of his throat. Evan watches him for a few seconds, then withdraws the dildo just a little bit so Tommy isn't at risk of dry heaving.
"If you spit that out, you'll regret it," Evan warns in a singsong voice.
Tommy moans but nods his head carefully. He feels perfectly demeaned with the fake cock gagging him. Evan turns his attention back to Eddie, but Eddie's staring at Tommy, his pupils dilated with lust.
"Hmm, I know," Evan hums, circling a finger around Tommy's stretched lips. "He looks so good with a cock in his mouth. Especially when it's his own."
A dirty thrill hits Tommy right in the gut. Of course. This isn't just any dildo; he's sucking on a replica of his own cock. Tommy squirms on the bed as he feels his dick starting to fill out again between his legs.
I don't know why but the self-doubt is strong with this one and now I'm like... what is this is terrible actually
Hooking a finger underneath one of the ropes still binding Tommy's chest, Evan starts walking backwards to the bedroom, dragging Tommy with him.
In the bedroom, Eddie's been tied to one side of Evan's ridiculous California king mattress. His rope harness has been removed; his hands are cuffed together above his head, secured to the headboard with a leather strap, and his ankles are cuffed to either end of a spreader bar that's also attached with a strap to the underside of the bed frame.
"About time," Eddie grumbles.
"You're so impatient," Evan chides.
Tommy stays silent, though his gaze drifts to where Eddie's dick is still rock-hard, resting against his thigh. At least Tommy's got the relief of an orgasm to help him endure what's to come.
"Like you wouldn't be begging to come if our positions were reversed," Eddie snarks back.
A look flashes across Evan's face and Tommy sighs inwardly. Sometimes it seems Eddie just can't help digging himself a deeper hole.
Evan laughs brightly. "What's that face for?"
"You cheated," Tommy says.
Evan cocks his head to the side. "I did? That's a pretty serious accusation."
"I'm just trying to figure out why," Tommy says as Evan helps him to get up off the floor. "You want Eddie to fuck you that badly?"
Evan's innocent smile turns wicked. "Maybe I have something special planned for you."
hi friend!! i’m being very predictable and politely asking for some buddietommy in these trying times💕 hope you’re doing well!!!
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Hi Zesty!! Banter in my smut? More likely than you think
Too soon, Evan pulls away. Tommy tries to chase his lips but the hand in his hair holds him back.
"Don't be mad," Evan purrs, planting one last teasing kiss to Tommy's lips. "I promise you'll like it."
"That's not as reassuring as you think it it," Tommy says, but he's fighting a smile.
They grin at each other for a few seconds before Eddie's voice echoes from the bedroom. "You know I'm still here, right?"
Tommy snorts while Evan rolls his eyes fondly. "Don't worry," Evan calls back. "I'm not done with either one of you yet."
Hooking a finger underneath one of the ropes still binding Tommy's chest, Evan starts walking backwards to the bedroom, dragging Tommy with him.
