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For you, Alec, finally we have some of the sexual tension that is the point of it all. This snippet has a hard M/soft E rating
Make Me Write / Ask Me Things Part 1 below / Part 2
"You're good?" Buck helplessly gestures between the two of them. "All that was you being good?"
"We are. We're good." Eddie's looking right at Tommy, who has his arms crossed loosely with his elbows cupped in the palms of his broad hands. Tommy licks his lips, wets them, but says nothing. He stays where he stands and just nods to confirm.
"We'll prove it," Eddie adds. He crosses the room to get closer to their boyfriend. He hooks his fingers into Tommy's belt loops and pulls Tommy towards him to close those final few inches of distance between them.
The kisses they share look both tender and savage.
They both have their eyes closed and Buck swears he can tell by the tilts of their faces that they're in love —that they've done this thousands of times, maybe millions, and know the shapes of themselves when they lock lips instinctively.
Their hands are gripping shoulder and waist and chest and ass. Quickly, teeth and tongue get involved in their kissing. Buck loves it when Eddie pulls his tongue into Eddie's mouth like he's doing right now with Tommy. He loves the perfect pressure and sting and spit involved when Tommy nibbles and bites at his lips like Tommy's doing with Eddie's now.
They're so hot. Buck's getting hard again. He's still upset, still suspicious that this show is just that — a performance. That they still only look perfect together because of practice or because Buck has always been a fan and when you're a big fan sometimes you don't see things clearly.
