Fics like can't tell where you end (and i begin)

Buck presses his forehead against Eddie's, and Eddie braces his other hand on Buck's hip, hanging off him and grinding this intoxicating rhythm over him, panting as Buck watches rivulets of sweat trace his cheekbone and cling to the line of his jaw. He wants to taste them, wants to suck at them until Eddie whines beneath his teeth. This is what they meant. This is the rhythm. His rhythm. Eddie is his rhythm, and he'll always find it, always find him. "See?" Eddie says, eyes like fireworks on Buck's. "You're not so bad." Buck pants against Eddie's mouth, so close - so, so close he could take it. He could catch those bright, pink lips beneath his, and Eddie would let him, because he's holding his ass, and their hard against each other, and... "Yeah," he breathes, slipping closer to his mouth. "You're amazing." Eddie's mouth quivers, and Buck can't hold himself back. He needs to kiss him. He needs to taste him, his sweat, his skin, his tongue. "Whoa," Ravi's voice shoots between them like a bullet, but Buck holds on, a little feebly, when Eddie draws back. "That’s kinda..." _ Ravi takes the one-eighteen out for a night, and Buck finds out Eddie knows how to dance.

Fics like can't tell where you end (and i begin)

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