#when appropriate

In the 9-1-1 fantasy/pirate au,

The Buddie wedding is basically just the in-AU version of Eddie putting Buck as Chris’ guardian in his will.

The wedding was mostly for ownership of property, and to put into place proper obligations to look after eachother’s family, in the case something happened to one of them, like who’s gonna look after Chris is one of them dies.

but it’s also kinda gonna be a marker for when Eddie gets properly invested in the pirate way of life.

He’s going to be former Navy, so becoming a pirate was a bit of a career shift for him, and it took him a while to adjust to the culture shock. And when he did his first thought was ‘I’m gonna marry a man’

And then he did

It's a taste you can't stop craving and a heady, dizzingly masculine scent that makes you want to bury your face between his legs and never pull back. The tingling neediness between your legs as you bouncing on your heels as you bob your head upon his shaft over and over.

He's bent over you, his fingers tangled in your hair, cradling your head with a love and intimacy that wraps gently, comfortably around you.

He groans, an overly throaty sound in that voice so deep and rocky you can feel it rumble in your own throat whenever he speaks.

The muscles of your throat constrict hard around his cock and he makes that noise again, his head tilting back before dropping again to press a kiss to the top of your head. You have to comply when his hands gently guide you backwards. Inch after inch of hot, throbbing masculinity slides over your tongue, like a snake slithering from your throat.

When his head leaves your mouth is the first gasp of fresh air you've had in so long you didn't even realize you were lacking it. You don't bother wiping the tears glistening down your cheeks as you look obediently up at him. His knowing, dark eyes dart over the details of your face as his thumb comes down to run over your spit-shined bottom lip.

"You are... so very, very pretty," he murmurs, "with your lips wrapped around my cock." The praise has goosebumps rising the surface of your skin, shivers running down your spine to shoot straight to your groin. His thumb probes further, slipping into the inner of your cheek, halted only by the ring around his thumb catching the side of your mouth. "You swallow it so greedily. It must be delicious to you, isn't it? A big, juicy shaft..." His tone sharpens, voice now a breathy whisper as he leans in close, like he's discussing your dirty secret. "Your favorite."

"Come," he says, commanding voice reminiscent of his dark piety you've observed, like a sermon pressing you to join his Olde Witchery and feel the runes tattooed into his skin burn themselves upon yours. "Take it in. Drink, like this glorious cock of mine is your last meal. This is the only holy water that can save you now."

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