so that was okay?

BuckTommy + touches

(3/3) Spiderbuck has a lil crush #buddie

I'm thinking about how they went back to the loft and showered together, swaying with fatigue, sensual but not sexual, and collapsed on the clean sheets Buck had made sure to put on his bed.

I'm thinking about how they woke up together in the slow, syrupy sunshine of late morning. how Buck had the novel experience of being spooned from behind by someone just a little broader than him, of being completely wrapped up in Tommy's strong arms.

I'm thinking about how Tommy murmured yeah? and reached around to cup the front of Buck's boxer briefs when Buck wriggled back purposefully against Tommy's morning wood.

I'm thinking about the lazy, sloppy blowjobs they traded to rev each other up and whet their appetites. I'm thinking about how Tommy pushed Buck's knees open wide and let a glob of spit run down over his hole, and the absolutely obscene noise Buck made when he felt it dripping between his ass cheeks.

I'm thinking about how slowly Tommy fingered him, how he really took his time opening him up (partly for practical reasons and partly just for love of the game) until Buck was writhing and swearing and begging. gotta make sure you're ready, baby whispered against his inner thigh and the gasp of I'm ready, Tommy, fuck, I'm ready in response.

I'm thinking about how Buck insisted on being fucked face to face, even though Tommy said it would probably be easier on his hands and knees, because he wanted to see Tommy's face when he slid alllll the way in, and for Tommy to see him. I'm thinking about how Buck got exactly what he wanted, how they were all wrapped up in each other in that golden morning light.

I'm thinking about how when Tommy was finally, finally fully seated, enveloped in Buck's heat, he had to take a moment and a long, shuddering breath with his forehead pressed against Buck's clavicle before he could start moving. I'm thinking about how Buck also took a long and shaky breath; how he said oh fuck, you're so big almost without realizing the words were leaving his mouth; how Tommy huffed a pleased little laugh into his neck.

I'm thinking about how neither of them lasted as long as they wanted, because they were so eager and wanting, because it had been a while, because Buck was so tight and Tommy was so attentive. but it was okay, because they finally had a whole, slow day together to fuck and nap and fuck again, to make lunch together in Buck's kitchen, to talk and laugh and map one another's freckles and muscles and smile lines.