Look At Me
This is my first time writing smut for this pair. I am not a smut writer so please let me know what you think. Do I have a praise kink like Buck? Maybe I do.
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Tommy was fully engrossed in his book when he heard a gasp. He looked up confused, to find Evan looking at him with his eyes wide open and his mouth slightly agape.
"What?" Tommy asked as he looked at himself. "Is there something on my face?"
Evan nodded, dumbfounded, before going over to Tommy and getting into the bed. "The glasses." He pointed at Tommy's face.
That confused Tommy even more before he realized what Evan was saying. He couldn't help but chuckle at that. Of course, Evan had a thing for glasses. Maybe nerds were his thing. "You like my glasses?"
"No, I like those glasses on you," Evan replied and surged forward, kissing Tommy.
Tommy gasped into the kiss. Evan took the book from Tommy's hand and threw it somewhere.
"Hey, I was reading that," Tommy complained.
Instead of saying anything, Evan pushed Tommy down on the bed and climbed on top of him, beginning to rock against him, "I need you."
Tommy moaned and rested his hands on Evan's hips. "Yeah? How do you want me?"
"Right here, just like this, spread out under me, while you're wearing nothing but those damn glasses," Evan replied, making Tommy's breath hitch.
Things moved quickly as Evan undressed them. Tommy felt the cool air against his skin once he was naked, and he shivered, but that was also mostly from the heat of Evan’s gaze on his body. Once Evan stopped staring, he reached out and grabbed the lube from the side drawer. He spread Tommy's legs even wider and when he pressed two fingers inside him, Tommy let out a loud moan and tipped his head back, arching his hips off the bed. His breath quickened and he felt warm all over despite the cold breeze blowing through the window.
As Evan fucked him with his fingers, his voice trembled as he said, "Fuck, you're so beautiful, spread out under me like this."
Tommy watched as Evan’s eyes roamed his body, his pupils blown wide open. "Only for you, baby," he managed to say. He moaned at the loss when Evan pulled out his fingers.
Evan grabbed Tommy's hair and made him look at him. "You're all mine, you hear me? Only. Mine."
Tommy’s throat went dry. He felt himself getting harder, and he could only nod. "All yours."
Evan smashed their lips together in a bruising kiss and soon Tommy felt the intrusion of his cock pushing inside him. He moaned into the kiss, which Evan swallowed, and kissed him harder.
"Evan," Tommy gasped, pulling away from the kiss.
Evan wasn't small by means and every time he fucked him, Tommy understood where he got the name firehose from.
Evan pushed until he bottomed out and then he was moving.
"Tommy," Evan whispered.
"Evan, just like that."
Tommy wrapped his legs around Evan's waist and felt him go deeper inside him. He wrapped his arms around Evan’s neck and pulled him closer.
"Fuck, you always feel so good, baby," Evan said kissing his neck. He bit down on a spot that he knew was sensitive for Tommy and drew another loud moan from him. "Mine," he whispered against his neck.
"Yours.” The word made its way out of his lips without a second thought. He could feel himself get closer to his release because of the possessiveness in his boyfriend’s voice.
Evan's hand wrapped around Tommy's cock and he stroked it in time with his thrusts.
"Evan, Evan, Evan..." A litany of his boyfriend's name escaped Tommy's mouth, making his voice hoarse.
"Well, since you said please so nicely..." Evan trailed off and smirked. He pulled out and slammed back inside Tommy.
Tommy screamed and grasped the sheets. "Evan, please, baby."
Evan started stroking his cock faster, stopping his thrusts for a few moments.
"No, don't stop. Baby, come on, please, move. Please."
"You're always so nice," Evan chuckled and started moving again.
Soon, Tommy came all over Evan's hand and his own stomach. Evan brought his fingers to his lips and licked them off one by one. "Mmmm... You always taste so good."
Tommy felt his cheeks heat up at that, "Do you have to do that?"
"Yes," Evan replied and increased the pace of his thrusts, making the bed rock back and forth. He gave Tommy another bruising kiss and Tommy knew he was close.
It wasn't long before Evan came inside Tommy while kissing him. "My babyboy," he whispered against his lips.
When Tommy came down from his high and could speak, he said, "I can't believe these glasses got you so turned on."
Evan gently kissed the tip of Tommy's nose. "Just when I think you can't get any hotter, you do."
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Thinking about being the second option’s second option.
Pairing: Male Character x Top Male reader
cw: 18+, power dynamics, age gaps, blowjobs, riding, dom!male reader, sub!male character, unrequited love, love triangles, jealousy, possessiveness
You wouldn’t otherwise be on his radar, maybe you were much younger than him, maybe he was your superior and you his subordinates and anything beyond a professional relationship would be highly inappropriate or maybe you just weren’t his type.
But God you had tried to approach him and many times at a - a subtle comment here and there that could mean more if he just followed up on it, a longing gaze or a light touch that he promptly ignored or played off, you’d even mustered up the courage to fess up your feelings one time only to get rejected immediately.
He was interested in someone else, or at least that’s what he had said when you confessed and that had been enough for you to completely back off.
A week later or so and you saw him with that very same someone in tow. However you’d quickly realized he’d been tasked with patching up wounds he himself didn’t cause because it was so blatantly obvious that the person in question was in love with someone that wasn’t him. He’d been blind to see or didn’t want to see and even though you had in mind to tell him you’d stuck to the promise you made yourself, and stayed away from him.
However it hadn’t been long before you’d been assigned the very same task- patching up wounds you didn’t cause for the man that had rejected you once.
He showed up with tears in his eyes and a couple of drinks in his system begging you to make him forget. You rejected him at the spot told him to come back when his lips didn’t taste like gin and tonic.
You didn’t think he would come back but he did and soon you had your all too good superior down on his knees, warm wet mouth eagerly sucking you in like he’s been waiting for this opportunity
But you weren’t easily fooled you knew the eagerness wasn’t for you.
Although his eyes were locked with yours you could see the distant look on his face, clearly imagining someone else in your place but none of that mattered not when his lips were stretched taut around your cock, not when he’s got his nose buried in your sweat damp fringe of curls and your cockhead is hitting the back of his throat, and not when you could taste yourself on his mouth when you finally slotted your lips together
But it didn’t end there because he’d continue to show up whenever the wounds reopened which was rather often. Not that you minded , not when you had the older man bent in ways that had all the joints in his body aching in protest, one hand fisting his salt and pepper hair the other clawing the sheets while fucking himself harder, deeper onto your dick
Harder faster more please he sobs into the sheets, a name that isn’t your own neatly tucked in between the begs and pleas, eyes squeezed shut as if he’s imagining someone else in front of him
But you couldn’t care less not when you’re the one who gets to feel his walls clenching down onto your dick, not when you’re the one who gets to lick the tears away from his cheek not when you’re the reason he’s cumming in such way he hasn’t done in years.
And while you lay there wrapped up in white sheets basking in the afterglow of your release, you watch the way he hastily puts the clothes back on his body, ever so determined not to spend the night.
You were no fool, you knew what type of relationship you had, you were just here to patch up his wounds and nothing more than that.
Besides you were nowhere near his type at least if you were to compare yourself to the men he approached at bars yet you were the one to have the bigger man pinned beneath your frame, strong body bent in half and practically skewed onto your cock, deep baritone voice reduced to wails and whines as he begs and pleads for you to let him cum.
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chimney: guys this is tommy, he used to work with the 118 but moved over to air support
tommy: hey
eddie: hey tommy, i'm eddie
tommy: nice to meet you eddie!
hen: tommy my boy how are you!
tommy: i'm good hen, you?
hen: yeah good
buck: hey tommy, i'm evan buckley bu-
tommy: hey evan, i'm tommy, nice to meet you sweetheart
buck:
buck:
buck:
hen: uh, buck you good?
buck: i, i uh, i, i uhm, uhm, i i, hi, hi tommy hi hey hi tommy hi
tommy: oh so you're a bottom, good to know
buck: *squeaks and blushes*
hen: something bisexual just happened here
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