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Three weeks later, Eddie was starting to think dating Buck was going to kill him.
Not in the bad way.
Not even in the stuck-vibrator-and-six-orgasms way.
But in the holy hell, this man has no concept of shame kind of way.
Case in point: they were sitting across from each other at a cozy little corner table in a dimly lit Italian place, soft jazz playing in the background, Eddie sipping his wine like a civilized adult… and Buck was smirking at him like the devil incarnate.
“You look good tonight,” Buck said casually, leaning back in his chair.
Eddie narrowed his eyes, suspicious already. “Thanks.”
“You know…” Buck twirled his fork lazily, his voice dropping just enough for only Eddie to hear. “It’s kinda funny, though. Last time I saw you looking this flushed, you were on all fours, begging me—”
Eddie nearly choked on his wine. “Buck.” His voice was sharp, low, warning.
Buck’s grin widened, unrepentant. “What? I didn’t say anything explicit. You’re the one thinking dirty thoughts at the dinner table, princess.”
Eddie froze.
He had not expected Buck to pull that one out in public.
“Buck,” he hissed again, leaning forward so only he could hear. “Do not—”
“What?” Buck blinked innocently, leaning in to match him. “Do not call you princess?”
Eddie’s ears went red. He sank slightly lower in his seat, muttering, “You’re the worst.”
“Mm,” Buck hummed, clearly delighted by his flustered state. “You love it.”
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The food arrived, thankfully saving Eddie from further humiliation — at least for ten minutes. But Buck couldn’t leave well enough alone.
Halfway through his lasagna, he murmured, “Bet if I told you to, you’d blush even harder right now.”
Eddie shot him a glare that promised violence. “Buck.”
Buck smirked, lowering his voice, leaning closer across the table until his breath brushed Eddie’s ear. “Bet if I called you princess again, you’d—”
Eddie stabbed a piece of chicken and shoved it into his mouth before Buck could finish the sentence. “Eat your damn food,” he muttered.
But the damage was done. His cheeks were hot, his ears burning, and Buck looked like the cat who’d gotten into the cream.
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By the time they left the restaurant, Eddie was vibrating with pent-up frustration — which Buck, of course, noticed immediately.
“Aw, c’mon, Eds,” Buck teased as they walked to the car. “Don’t be mad. You’re cute when you blush.”
“You did that on purpose.” Eddie shoved his hands into his pockets, scowling at the sidewalk.
Buck stepped in front of him, blocking his path, hands sliding casually into Eddie’s back pockets like he owned them. “You liked it,” he said, quiet but certain.
Eddie’s breath caught. “I did not.”
Buck’s smirk softened into something hotter, darker. “Liar.”
Eddie hated how much his body reacted to just that one word.
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Back at Eddie’s place, the second the door clicked shut, Buck had him pinned against it, his hands braced on either side of Eddie’s head.
“You kept giving me those little looks across the table,” Buck murmured, his lips ghosting along Eddie’s jaw. “All flustered and squirmy. You liked it.”
Eddie gritted his teeth, refusing to give him the satisfaction. “You’re insufferable.”
Buck chuckled low in his chest, the sound vibrating against Eddie’s skin. “Say it, then.”
“Say what?”
“Say you liked being called princess.”
Eddie shook his head stubbornly. “No.”
Buck’s grin was wicked now, his voice dropping an octave. “Fine. Guess I’ll have to make you say it.”
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What followed was less of a punishment and more of an undoing.
Buck had him on the couch, flat on his back, wrists pinned above his head as Buck kissed him until Eddie was breathless and gasping. Every filthy thing Buck whispered in his ear made his head spin, his resolve shattering piece by piece until finally—
“Say it,” Buck ordered, low and commanding.
Eddie whimpered, bucking up helplessly beneath him. “Buck—”
“Say. It.”
Eddie squeezed his eyes shut, his pride hanging by a thread… and then he whispered, “I like being your Princess.”
Buck’s answering groan was guttural, feral, like he’d been waiting weeks to hear it.
“Good boy,” he murmured, pressing a slow, possessive kiss against Eddie’s mouth.
Eddie melted, completely undone, no fight left in him.
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Later, when they were curled up on the couch, sweaty and tangled in each other, Eddie rested his head on Buck’s chest and muttered, “You’re never saying that in public again.”
Buck kissed the top of his hair, smug and satisfied. “Sure, princess.”
Eddie groaned. “I hate you.”
Buck laughed softly, tightening his arm around Eddie’s waist. “Nah. You love me.”
And Eddie, exhausted and content, finally whispered back, “Yeah. I do.”