13/15 for the kisses game, if you’re inspired. 🥺
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13. pulling your lover closer by the waistband / 15.messy kisses, destroying furniture trying to reach the bed
Buck's eyebrows disappeared at the top of his hairline as he opened the door and scanned the hallway behind Eddie. The innocent act was making his eyes wide and bright with his lips swollen and pink as if he'd been licking them. Eddie didn’t know if he wanted to laugh or kiss him at the way Buck went so far as to lean his head out to make sure the coast was clear. Buck’s lips twitched up as he zeroed in on Eddie like he knew.
“We’re at a conference for work, Buck,” Eddie said, rolling his eyes even though he was feeling way too many things flutter in his stomach at the adorable ridiculousness of Buck’s paranoia. “Bobby didn’t tape our doors at curfew.”
Still, as ridiculous as Eddie thought Buck’s theatrics all were, he couldn’t deny that he didn’t get a little thrill every time they did this.
“You’re gonna get us caught though if you don’t let me in—”
Eddie didn’t even get all the words out before Buck was yanking him inside by his belt. The door slammed shut behind them as Buck threw himself at him, lips diving in for a hungry kiss that made Eddie’s skin sing. His back met the door with an obvious rattle and he curled his arms around Buck’s waist to spin them, pinning Buck in place as he carded his fingers through that soft , soft hair he’d been forced to stare at all day.
Eddie didn’t know the meaning of the word unfocused until he started sleeping with Buck and now he could barely get through a ninety minute workshop about mass casualty protocols without day dreaming about what it would feel like to break through the promade; run his fingers through the curls until he could fist them tight.
Eddie clenched his hand and yanked, hard. The thin weak sound from somewhere in the back of Buck’s throat made something in Eddie’s chest soar. Something primal and purring that came to life each time he had Buck pinned beneath him by just the mere touch of his fingertip.
Eddie pulled back to stare at the picture of Buck like this. Pliant and wrecked with his swollen lips begging to be kissed again; his eyes practically black with need. Eddie yanked Buck’s hair again and forced his head back as he dragged the tip of his finger down the hard line of his jaw.
“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” Eddie said, nipping at Buck’s chin and feeling the purring pick up into an approving rumble as Buck’s breath hitched. Eddie dragged his finger down to his jaw, eyeing the fluttering skin where Buck’s pulse was racing.
Buck gasped as Eddie yanked his head back farther so he had room to lick up the way up his throat to the soft shell of his ear.
Buck shivered so hard he practically vibrated out of his own skin.
“But you knew that didn’t you?”
Eddie whispered the words into Buck’s ear, letting his lips linger so Buck could feel the tease of his lips as he smiled. Buck scrambled to grab onto Eddie, his fingers tangling in the fabric of his shirt, and with desperation burning at his every touch. He whined as he turned his head, making Eddie’s fingers tighten as he pulled his own hair. He slipped leg between Buck’s and felt just how desperate he was. Eddie had half a mind to keep him like that. Desperate. Impatient. Wanting.
But Eddie’s patience had worn thin as the day went and his hands had itched all afternoon with the need to touch; to feel Buck unravel beneath him into a pool of heat. He met Buck’s surge with his own, kissing him fully on the mouth with a messy knock of teeth and tongue.
Buck kissed Eddie like he was insatiable, locking his fingers into Eddie’s skin until he was sure he was going to bruise.
Eddie wasn’t doing this with Buck pressed up against a door. Not with what he had planned. Not even if Buck wouldn’t have minded. Not even when the heat inside of him practically growled at the mere thought of taking Buck apart with his face pressed against the door so everyone who walked by could hear.
Eddie released his hold on Buck’s hair and slipped his hands to the nape of his neck as he started to pull back further into the room. Buck followed just as eagerly as he did all things; with a vigor that made Eddie breathless as he tried to set the pace. It was hard to say no to Buck when he was practically bouncing with excitement. But Buck was his own worst enemy on that front. He begged so prettily.
Eddie lurched as his knees caught the corner of the mattress in the empty twin bed but Buck tightened his hold around Eddie— wrapping his arms around Eddie’s waist— with a sound that was ripped from him like Buck thought something was being taken from him.
Eddie couldn’t be bothered about the askew mattress when he had Buck making noises like that.
He rewarded his save with lick into his mouth and Buck trembled from head to toe as Eddie reached down. Not there. Not yet. But close enough to have Buck arching into his touch like he would ache without it.
Buck huffed as Eddie shoved him hard in the chest and he bounced as he fell back on the mattress.
God, Eddie didn’t think he could ever give up the thrill of Buck.
Buck watched him as Eddie kicked off his shoes, tossing his shirt, and unbuckled his pants with an easy flow of motions. Not touching even though he wanted to.
He’d been wanting to touch Buck all day.
