#its over

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i feel personally attacked cuz i ain't got meg thee stallion's knees so i'm useful for like 3 min tops before i'm panting like a dog in the summer. i—

your body gives out long before Simon does. Every bounce on his cock feels like it's tearing you in two, your thighs screaming from the effort, but the burn is nothing compared to the way his length grinds into you, splitting you open again and again. Each drag of him inside your slick, swollen heat makes you jerk, makes your nail sink deeper into the corded muscle of his shoulders as if you could anchor yourself against him.

your rhythm falters, hips stuttering, and you gasp his name, pleading, weak, trembling.

"simon—" you gasp, shaking your head, "i can't—"

"you can't" he spits back, mocking, his hands like iron around your hips. "can't even last a few minutes sittin' pretty on your man's cock." his chest presses to yours as he pulls you down hard, grinding you against the thick root of him, your nerves sparking white. a choked sound bursts free, and he eats it with a snarl against your hair.

"thought you wanted work, eh? thought you wanted somethin' to keep ya busy?"

he gives you no time to breathe, planting his boots to the floor, and takes over, snapping his hips up into you. the chair complains under the force, wood straining, every thrust rattling your bones, twisting your insides tighter. your body jerks helplessly with the force, your breath leaving in ragged sobs as slick soaks the denim stretched taut over his thighs.

"this—" his cock punches deep, and you choke on a whimper, "is work." another thrust, sharper, deeper, until you're keening against his shoulder. "me fuckin' you stupid." his fingers dig bruises into your waist as his pace quickens, merciless. "fuckin' you til your legs give out. 'til you can't walk a step straight after."

he's not chasing pleasure; he's delivering consequence, and you take it because your body listens to him before it listens to you.

your mouth opens because his thumb said so. your gaze locks because the fist in your hair demands it. and when he says, "take it," you do.

eddie listing buck as the second person he betrayed by cheating and hesitating before "best friend"

tommy telling buck he can use their anniversary gift on eddie then going haha jk

eddie telling the hot priest that he's straight

hot priest flirting with eddie

eddie saying the lafd doesn't allow "beards" and his facial hair is a disguise

josh asking buck if there's any other boys he's been kissing

them doing a callback to the well

tommy breaking up with buck by telling him he won't be his "last"

buck walking in on and sharing in eddie's moment of pure unfiltered joy

buck walking in on eddie half naked

buck and eddie sitting on eddie's COUCH while he's half naked

them doing a callback to the lightning

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