Rating: E
Relationship: Evan Buckley/Eddie Diaz/Tommy Kinard
Word count: 6.8k
CONTENT WARNING: consensual non-consent, rape fantasy, restraints
Sandwiched between Eddie and Tommy, Buck drifts, basking in the glow of another incredible orgasm. He loves it when his boyfriends take the reins and really test his limits. There’s always a safety net – the knowledge that with a word or three snaps of his fingers everything would instantly stop – but not for the first time he wonders what it would be like to pretend that safeguard isn’t an option.
Or: Buck, Eddie & Tommy try a new roleplay scenario in the bedroom.
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more from the polyfire cnc fic, this will be my kinktober offering this year :3
Sandwiched between Eddie and Tommy, Buck drifts, basking in the glow of another incredible orgasm. He loves it when his boyfriends take the reins and really test his limits. There’s always a safety net – the knowledge that with a word or three snaps of his fingers everything would instantly stop – but not for the first time he wonders what it would be like to pretend that safeguard isn’t an option.
“I can hear you thinking,” Eddie mumbles, and pinches Buck’s hip lightly.
Buck flinches, and Tommy grunts out an annoyed noise at being jostled. “Sorry,” Buck says, rubbing Tommy’s back in apology. “Just… thinking about something I want to try.”
Tommy lifts his head off Buck’s chest and gives him a slightly incredulous look. “You’re already thinking about next time?”
“Didn’t you just call him insatiable?” Eddie pipes up, fondness evident in his tone.
“Just a little insulted that he can form a coherent thought after all that,” Tommy retorts.
The polyfire cnc fic is out with some friends for a sensitivity read/vibe check, so hopefully this will be coming to an AO3 near you soon once I get feedback and actually edit the thing
tw for consensual non-consent/roleplay under the cut
As White Shirt pulls his clothes off, Buck’s eyes track over the muscles of the man’s arms, the width of his shoulders… he’d probably be able to hold Buck down and take what he wanted even without the ropes. White Shirt kneels on the bed between Buck’s spread legs, and Buck swallows thickly. His thighs are trembling slightly from anticipation.
Big, strong hands clutch Buck’s waist, and he’s lifted up and yanked so that his pelvis is sitting on White Shirt’s bent knees. Buck moans feebly, shifting his weight as the hands slide down his sides, petting his flanks before curling over his thighs to pull his legs even more apart. White Shirt grabs for the lube and drizzles some onto his fingers, then touches his fingertips between Buck’s asscheeks. Buck sucks in a sharp breath through his nose, waiting, but instead of pushing his fingers inside right away, White Shirt folds forward. His throat works, and then he lets a glob of spit drip from his mouth and land on Buck’s hole.
A shiver runs up Buck’s spine as White Shirt starts massaging his rim, mixing the lube and spit together. Black Shirt watches from where he’s standing next to the bed, stroking his cock leisurely. His cock is wet from a mixture of his own precome and Buck’s saliva from when that same cock was in his mouth; Buck can’t take his eyes off the sight.
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Tommy beelines for the bottom drawer where he keeps his cleaning cloths. As he hustles past the kitchen island, he gets a good view of the scene of the crime. There are crimson smears all over the countertop, like Evan had hastily tried to clean up while trying to tend to his wound, and the sight makes Tommy’s stomach churn unpleasantly. He’s never been squeamish when it came to blood before – couldn’t afford to be, between the army and firefighting – but something about the fact that this is Evan’s blood has Tommy fighting back nausea.
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“Buck. Stay.” Eddie fixes him with a glare. “If you hear anything, I need you to call 911.”
Reluctantly, Buck lowers himself back down onto the bed. He grabs his phone off the charger on the bedside table and unlocks it. “Okay, just – be safe?”
Nodding tightly, Eddie adjusts his grip on the bed warmer and creeps down the stairs.
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Making sure her movements are telegraphed and deliberate, she puts her bag down on the kitchen counter. Her fingers itch to reach out for her phone – she had her text thread with Chimney open, it would only be four keystrokes to send him a simple SOS – but she’s not willing to risk Buck’s life taking that chance. Chimney will be over soon. He’ll figure out something happened.
Until then, Maddie just has to keep herself and Buck alive.
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“Please,” Buck whispers. “Pl-please let me go.”
Both men ignore him. They finish tying his legs down and then straighten back up to admire their handiwork. Buck’s heart rate quickens as their eyes roam over him. He’s clad in nothing but a pair of dark briefs, and the desire to cover himself – protect himself – has him tugging futilely against the restraints.
“Please,” he tries again. “I won’t – I won’t say anything. I swear.”
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Once again, tw for consensual non-consent under the cut - and once again, lemme know if it isn't your jam if I've tagged you
The cock is shoved forcefully into Buck’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat and making him gag. At the same time, White Shirt slips his hand into Buck’s underwear and takes him in hand. White Shirt starts stroking him mercilessly, his palm calloused and rough. Horrifyingly, Buck feels his body start to respond to the stimulation.
“Knew you were a slut for this,” White Shirt says, giving him a squeeze on the next downstroke.
Buck tries to protest but the cock in his mouth prevents him from forming any comprehensible words. Black Shirt moans at the vibrations from his muffled speech and grips Buck’s hair with both of his hands now, forcing Buck further down his length. The tip of his dick slides into Buck’s throat, cutting off his airflow, and tears spring to Buck’s eyes. He jerks against his restraints, tries to turn his head away and escape, but Black Shirt holds him in place, watching him intently. Just when Buck feels like his lungs might burst for want of oxygen, Black Shirt eases back just enough for Buck to splutter and start furiously sucking in air through his nose.
“Oh, he liked that,” White Shirt says, delighted. “He got so wet.”
Black Shirt thrusts forward again, fucking into Buck’s throat, and Buck gags. Mercifully, Black Shirt gets a rhythm going that at least gives Buck a couple seconds to breathe between the rough thrusts. He tries to relax his throat, to make it an easier slide so hopefully it will be over sooner. He thinks he’s got a system down until White Shirt’s other hand slips into his briefs, and he swirls Buck’s cockhead against the palm of his hand.
Buck chokes out a wail as his body spasms, trying to get away from the intense pressure building in his lower body, but Black Shirt’s weight on his chest keeps him firmly pinned. He can’t do anything but take it as White Shirt strokes him even faster, and Buck feels himself hurtling towards the edge of release.
“Come on,” White Shirt grunts. “Show us what a good whore you are and come.”
Hello! Sorry it took me so long to get to this, but I hope you enjoy the sneak peak!
TW for consensual non-consent/roleplay under the cut
Black Shirt shuffles further forward, his cock bumping into Buck’s chin. Buck clamps his jaw shut and tries to hide his face in his bicep, but a hand fists in his hair and forces him to look straight ahead.
“Your pretty boyfriend with the brown eyes nearly bit my fingers when I gagged him,” Black Shirt says, fisting his cock with his other hand. “If you use your teeth, I’ll pay him another visit.”
Fear flits through Buck’s veins. There’s only one thing he can do to keep Eddie and Tommy safe. Black Shirt nudges his cock against Buck’s lips, and after one last half-second of hesitation, he gives in to the inevitable.
White Shirt finally withdraws his hands from Buck’s underwear. He wipes the mess on the bed sheets, and then gives Buck’s cock a patronizing little pat that has Buck whimpering. “Knew that big cock would leak like a gallon of milk.”
Humiliation washes over Buck. He squirms underneath the weight of the body on top of him, and Black Shirt finally eases out of his mouth. Buck coughs and splutters, sucking in air greedily, the taste of Black Shirt’s cock still on his tongue.
“You made such a mess of your underwear,” White Shirt tuts. “We should get you out of those.”
As much as Buck hates the feeling of his come drying in his briefs, the idea of losing the last piece of decency he has is even worse. He starts to shake his head back and forth, but Black Shirt grabs his chin in an iron grip and stills him.
“We’re doing you a favour,” Black Shirt says. “You should thank us.”
