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Buck holds his gaze for a beat before nodding slowly. Eddie guides him back toward the sink, stepping aside at the last second and tipping Buck’s head up to expose the dark mark blooming on his throat to the mirror. “Should do a whole line of ’em sometime,” Eddie says quietly. “Make a pretty collar out of it.” Buck looks dazed, already slipping under. “Uh-huh.” Eddie shifts his grip, cradling Buck’s jaw instead, leaning in until their noses brush. “Wanna fuck you here. Remind my puppy who he belongs to. That okay?” Their heads almost collide violently with how hard and quick Buck nods. “Yeah, y-yeah. Fuck me. I’m yours, you know that,” he agrees, easily. “Holy shit, Eddie. What has gotten into you?” Eddie hates the possessiveness. The jealousy. It twists something ugly in his gut every time it surfaces. But this isn’t about reminding Buck. Not really. It’s about reminding himself—Buck is his. He isn’t going anywhere. There’s no one Buck wants more than him. His hand glides down the side of Buck’s neck, landing on his shoulder, before nudging him downward to his knees. “Down.” OR Eddie is jealous. He fucks Buck against a wall of mirrors about it.

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