all wrapped up for you

by prettyboybuckley (ao3)

It should probably feel restricting, maybe even claustrophobic, but all that Buck feels right now is contentedness. 

He's not quite sure what he could equate the feeling to. In itself, it isn't really all that pleasurable, though the reason he is in this position is arousing and exciting. Perhaps a good way to describe it is that he feels safe.

Buck knows that to most people that wouldn't sound any less crazy, but it's the truth for him. He trusts Eddie with his life and that means that even like this he feels safe and deeply loved and cared for.

The feeling of latex stretched over his skin is unlike anything he's ever felt before, and it had taken them a considerable time to get Buck into it. The shiny black material is covering almost every inch of his body, though there is a zipper by his crotch that goes all the way from the front to the back. 

Eddie helped him put it all on, careful and encouraging. He'd checked in every once in a while to make sure that Buck was still okay, that he still wanted to do this. The suit is even hugging every one of his toes, the gloves tight around his fingers. 

It's a rare fantasy of Eddie's that they're indulging right now. Well, not only Eddie's, but he is the one who's been thinking about it for longer. Buck on the other hand went on a Google binge when Eddie mentioned it once and hasn't been able to put the thought out of his head. 

The latex suit in itself is a little strange, but not too crazy. With the suit comes a hood, though, and Buck knows that that is one of the biggest appeals of all this for Eddie.

It's a full face mask in the sense that it surrounds his whole head, pulled down from the top until it fits snugly around his neck. His eyes are covered by it—and that is so much more effective than any blindfold could ever be—but there are little holes for his nose and a bigger one with a thick edge for his mouth. 

He kind of likes it, the tightness of it, all the things Eddie could do to him now that Buck is helpless in a way because he can't see anything. Eddie will probably use either the bondage tape or the cuffs to restrain Buck, the choice something they agreed would be a surprise. 

Because that's what everything will be from now on with the way the latex is making it impossible for him to see: a surprise. At least he can still hear Eddie, even if it sounds slightly muffled, the hood pressing his ears tightly against his head and making the noise sound like it's coming from further away. 

Right now, he's lying stretched out on their bed, waiting for Eddie to do something. He licks his lips, tongue catching on the edge of the mask. The hole for his mouth is wide enough that Eddie would be able to shove his cock through it with ease, a thought that sends a thrill through Buck. 

He isn't hard right now, partially because the latex is just that tight around his cock, squeezing it against his body, the zipper digging just slightly into the sensitive skin.

There had been other suits, ones where even his cock would be encased in its latex and the back was open, giving full access to the ass of whoever was wearing it. Eddie said that he wanted to still be able to touch Buck's cock without it being covered., though, so those had been vetoed. 

At this point, boredom is starting to take over a little and Buck squirms on the bed, feeling the latex creak. He isn't sure if Eddie is still in the room. His boyfriend would never leave him alone if he were restrained, but technically, Buck is free to go anywhere right now. He could take off the hood if he wanted to.

Just because he could move, doesn't mean he does, though. He wants to be good, wants to follow Eddie's orders to be a good boy and wait for him. Buck can deal with a little boredom, he can. 

A hand closes around his ankle, fingers wrapping tightly around it, and he flexes his toes, which makes the suit creak again. 

Like this, he can't feel the warmth of Eddie's touch, can't feel skin against skin. It puts him at a distance, in a way. There's something about that, though, the way it puts Eddie even higher above him in a way, makes Buck more submissive. 

He just exists for Eddie's pleasure right now. 

The fingers trail further up his body, over his calf and his thigh, scratching along the zipper and toying with the end. It can open from both sides, which means that Eddie could fuck him while leaving his cock trapped.

"Color?" Eddie asks, his voice floating to Buck's ears as he gives his side a little squeeze. 

Buck has to lick his lips again before he can answer, his mouth feeling dry. 

"Green," he answers, flexing his fingers as far as that is possible. He wonders if he could clench his hands into fists and tries it out. The latex has enough give, though he can feel how it stretches over his knuckles.

God, it's so fucking green, he just needs Eddie to do something, to make a move instead of these light, teasing touches. 

The fingers wrap around his neck, giving a light squeeze that makes Buck's body seize up from the bed, squirming as he tries and fails to grip the sheets. They trail up his jaw, and Buck almost chokes out of surprise when they dip into his mouth, pressing down on his tongue.

"Suck."

It's just a single word, one command that fills Buck with heat from the inside out as he wraps his lips around them. He swirls his tongue around the digits, realizing too late that his teeth scrape just the slightest bit over the skin.

Eddie pulls his fingers out abruptly, and he lightly slaps Buck's latex-covered cheek. It feels different like this. 

"I guess you'll need a lot more practice with that before I can trust that mouth of yours on my cock," Eddie muses, and Buck doesn't know if he's talking quietly or if it is muffled because of the hood.

Buck whines in the back of his throat, and he wants to say something in response, wants to let Eddie know that he can be trusted, that this was just a stupid accident. He's not allowed to talk, though, not unless Eddie gives him permission for it.

Fingers spread over the top of his head, palm against his forehead. Usually, this move would mean Eddie's fingers running through his hair, an intimate gesture that Buck loves very much and even craves at times. Now it feels colder, more demanding, even if Eddie isn't making any demands right now at all. He's got so much power over Buck, though. 

The hand leaves his body and this time he can hear Eddie's heavy footsteps, which means that last time he was trying hard not to be heard. Buck holds his breath as he waits for Eddie's next move, hands by his side and his mouth shut. His cock is trying to fill under the layer of tight latex, all thanks to the anticipation. 

Strong hands grip his hips, pushing just enough that it's clear Eddie wants him to roll over, so Buck does, landing on hands and knees.

"Good boy," Eddie murmurs and Buck is sure that he is blushing, preening a little at the praise, but it's not like that would be visible. A hand slides down his smooth back, and Buck waits impatiently as the fingers toy with the zipper that ends right above Buck's crack.

He doesn't know if he expects Eddie to open it, but he's not surprised when the hand leaves his body again without really doing anything else. 

The next time Eddie touches him, it's to bend his knees even more so his heels touch his ass, winding bondage tape tightly around the limb. Buck wonders if he chose the red one for the way it will stand out from the black latex, or the black one because of the way it would blend in. 

His other leg gets the same treatment, tight and unforgiving, strengthening the feeling of the latex stretched over his skin. This position makes Buck a little more wobbly than before, and he knows it will make his muscles ache. 

Eddie doesn't do anything else for a moment, and Buck thinks that he might be hovering, either because he's considering or to keep Buck impatient and wanting. A hand presses between his shoulder blades until he's lowered his chest to the bed, and then Eddie takes his gloved hands and pulls them behind his back. 

The tape wraps tight around his forearms, binding them together, and Buck laces his fingers together as much as possible to feel a little more grounded.

Between the feeling of being tied up and being thoroughly enveloped from head to toe, a certain calmness washes over Buck. His position is precarious, not too stable even with his face pressed against the sheet. Not that he can feel that, not really, except against his lips. 

"Color?" Eddie asks again, and his voice is soft and gentle.

"Green," Buck answers again. 

Eddie makes him wait a little while, just like before, and Buck can feel the anticipation thrumming through his veins. He squirms, wobbling slightly until Eddie's hand curls around the back of his neck to steady him.

Buck takes deep breaths, feeling the way his chest struggles to expand thanks to the tightness of the suit. If he focuses on it enough, he can almost forget the arousal sitting low in his belly or the way Eddie is still hovering around the bed. 

The mattress dips and Buck tries to turn his head to the side, the movement causing friction between the latex of the hood and the suit. 

Hands grip his shoulders, lifting them off the bed and tipping him backward until he's kneeling on the bed. Buck licks his lips, opening his mouth already, even if Eddie hasn't said anything yet. It's not that hard to guess what is coming.

Fingers dip into his mouth again, pressing down onto his tongue until he's drooling around the digits. He resists the urge to wrap his lips around it, well aware that Eddie hasn't given him any commands yet. 

Something is pressed into his hand, and he can't feel what it is right away because of the gloves. Eddie helps him, though, positioning it until Buck recognizes it as the clicker they use whenever he isn't able to speak or move. 

"Show me you remember how it works."

Buck demonstrates the clicker, almost surprising himself with how loud it sounds even through the hood. It has to be, though, to make sure that Eddie can hear it over whatever other noises they are making.

"Good boy," Eddie murmurs, stroking his hand over the smooth expanse of Buck's head. "You know what's next, right?"

It's not hard to guess, and he opens his mouth without Eddie prompting him, as wide as it will go so his boyfriend can fit the ring gag into it. 

This one is his favorite, even if it stretches his jaw to the point of aching, something he will feel even tomorrow. 

Eddie presses the ring between his teeth, wrapping the leather around his head and buckling it at the back of it. Somehow it's even trickier than it is usually with all the hair in the way. 

Drool immediately starts dripping from his mouth, but it's not like he can feel it dripping down his chin like this. Eddie's fingers enter his mouth again, pressing down on his tongue just like before, fingertips all the way in the back. It makes him gag a little, and he sways, struggling to keep his balance. He thinks he can hear Eddie chuckle, but it sounds so far away. 

"Like this, you won't be able to use your teeth," Eddie tells him, and it confuses him for a second until he remembers what happened earlier. 

Buck whines in the back of his throat en Eddie pulls out his fingers, tracing them along Buck's lips. He doesn't think he's ever been this helpless, and it has him slipping into that nice fuzzy headspace where it feels a little like he's floating. 

It doesn't take long after Eddie pulls back his fingers completely for the head of his cock to pass Buck's lips, pushing into his mouth. 

Like this, there is nothing he can do. He can't suck, can't lick except for some uncontrolled flicks of his tongue. All he can do is stay where he is and let Eddie use his mouth. 

Eddie starts with shallow thrusts, the kind that leave Buck wanting, craving more. He wants to chase Eddie's cock every time it leaves his mouth, almost tips forward when he tries. A strong hand on his shoulder pushes him back and keeps him in place. 

Eventually, though, Eddie gets a little rougher. His thrusts get a little hard, a little faster. Deep enough that Buck chokes occasionally, the head pressing against the muscle of his throat. 

His tears are coating the inside of the hood, as saliva drips from the corners of his mouth with Eddie's every thrust. Part of him wants to know what he looks like right now, what kind of mess he is. Perhaps Eddie has that same thought, and he'll take a picture. If not, they'll just have to have a do-over.

Buck drifts a little as Eddie uses his mouth, content to just be. It's nice to be shut off from the world without having to work for it, to be useful without having to do anything.

Suddenly Eddie is gone, no longer touching him in any way. Buck wobbles, and a hand against his chest slowly lowers him down onto the bed. It puts him with his face in the sheets and his ass up in the air again. 

The gag stays in, Buck drooling a wet patch onto the sheets. For a moment he wonders if Eddie's just forgotten it, but then he fidgets with the buckle at the back of his head before he leaves it alone. Definitely intentional, then. 

He can feel how the mattress dips in different places as Eddie moves. Hands glide down his ass, squeezing a little in a way that makes the latex creak. Buck holds his breath as a hand fidgets with the zipper over his ass.

The suit gets a little more give as the zipper is pulled down just a bit, far enough to expose his crack, but not far enough to let his cock or balls escape from the suit. Fingers spread his cheeks, and Eddie barely gives him any time to get used to the feeling of his hole being exposed to the cold air again before there is lube dribbling down his crack.

Buck squirms at the cold, sticky feeling of the lube, moaning low in the back of his throat as two fingers press into him. It's a little too much too soon, maybe, but Buck likes the way it burns. 

Eddie makes quick work of opening him up, fingertips stroking over his prostate occasionally. It makes him wriggle in the sheets, no way to muffle his moans with the way his mouth is still forced open by the gag. 

It is almost a relief when Eddie's cock finally pushes into him, and he is vaguely aware that he's pleading ever with the gag still in, words turning into unintelligible noises as they leave his mouth. 

Even after all these times, it often still feels like he's being split open on Eddie's cock, especially with how quickly Eddie prepped him. 

He feels almost like a rag doll being used as Eddie fucks into him, using all that strong muscle to hold or move Buck's body exactly the way he wants to. It's a delightful feeling, just like the drag of Eddie's cock inside his hole and the way it brushes up against his prostate.

Somehow he has managed to get at least a little hard inside the suit, the latex squeezing down on his cock. He wishes that Eddie would open the zipper further, but he knows that it's wishful thinking. Eddie isn't that nice in scenes like this one. 

Part of Buck thinks that maybe he could come like this, just from the way Eddie is now hammering against his prostate. He imagines soiling the inside of the suit with his come, how sticky and messy it would be, come mixing with the lube that has slipped into the suit. It would take a lot to come, though, at least with the way the material is still squeezing him tight.

Buck doesn't realize Eddie's fingers are there, about to dip into his mouth, until they are already hooked behind his teeth. It's a way for Eddie to leverage himself, even if Buck is gagging with the way those fingers press down onto his tongue. The feeling of being completely owned and used sends a thrill down his spine. 

"Such a good little puppet for me," Eddie says, and it sounds like he's murmuring, which means he must be talking normally. "Fuck, I should keep you like this, always in your pretty suit all shut off from the world, just here for my pleasure."

It pulls a moan from Buck that is so loud he can feel it reverberate through his body. Something about those words is so intense, so appealing. In reality, it could never be possible, but it's nice to fantasize, to imagine a world where that would be possible. 

God, he'd be so good at that, wouldn't he, Eddie's special little fuckdoll. 

Eddie's hand leaves his mouth and Buck whines at the loss, squirming a little in his bounds. A particularly hard thrust makes him tilt forward again now that Eddie isn't holding on to him in any way, the taste of cotton sheets on his tongue. 

The thrusts are getting harder, rougher, still so much control behind them but less restraint. Maybe if he was able to close his mouth he would stop drooling, or he could beg Eddie to just let him come.

Somehow it feels like it won't be long, though, pleasure building in his body in a way that makes him feel it in his toes. Perhaps the latex is preventing the feeling from leaving his body through his skin, instead building and building until it gets too much. 

Eddie keeps hammering against his prostate, relentless in his pace. He's groaning and moaning loud enough that Buck can hear him even through the hood. Buck loves it when Eddie gets loud. 

A hand curls around the small bulge in the front of the suit, squeezing his already thoroughly trapped erection to the point of it being painful.

"C'mon, doll, come for me," Eddie groans, close enough to Buck's ear that he can feel the brush of his lips even through the hood.

As soon as Eddie lets go, giving his dick just the slightest bit more space, Buck's orgasm washes over him. It's intensely overwhelming, and for a moment he wonders if his come even has anywhere to go. He can feel the wet spot spreading inside the suit, hot and sticky.

Eddie keeps fucking him, with no sign of slowing down, and not giving Buck any reprieve. Overstimulation is spreading through every part of his body, but at least his other senses are still shut off from the world, so it isn’t too much. 

Buck pretty much tunes out as Eddie fucks him, floating in a space between reality and what he thinks might be heaven. He doesn't know if he wants it to stop, wants this intense toe-curling mix of pain and pleasure to stop, or if he wants it to go on forever. 

Of course, it can't go on forever. Eddie's chest presses close against his back as his hips snap one last time before he spills inside Buck with a shout. This feeling isn't anything new, Eddie's come flooding him, but somehow there is something different about it this time. 

He stays still with his face still pressed into the sheets as Eddie pulls out. Buck thinks he couldn't move even if he wanted to, might not be able to even when Eddie takes off the tape. To his surprise, Eddie brushes a thumb over his hole, pulling a gasp from him, before he pulls the zipper back up until the suit is closed again. 

Fingers toy with the edge of the hood, then unbuckle the gag first, so it can be taken out of Buck's mouth. 

"Restraints first or hood first?" Eddie asks as soon as Buck can speak again. 

It's not a hard decision, easy even, but his voice croaks as he answers: "Restraints."

Buck likes the way he's deprived of the light and some sounds, the way the hood sits snugly around his head and makes him feel held. He'll want it off eventually, mostly because he wants to feel Eddie's fingers in his hair, caressing through it while Buck rests his head on Eddie's chest. 

He doesn't know what Eddie uses to remove the bondage tape, thinks it might be something that cuts through it, and he hopes that Eddie is careful about the suit. Buck wants it to be able to go for at least another round.

When he can stretch his limbs again, he just uses that to face-plant onto the bed, legs and arms stretched out until he's taking up a lot of space on the bed. A hand brushes over his head in the same way Eddie would do if he weren't wearing the hood, and it fills him with warmth.

Eddie lets him be like that for a little while as if he can sense that Buck just needs this for a little longer. He traces shapes on Buck's back with his fingertips, gentle and playful. Buck tries to guess what they are, thinks he can pick out the shape of certain letters but his head is still too fuzzy.

Eventually, Eddie dips his fingers under the edge of the hood again, slowly rolling it up and off Buck's head. His head has a slight sheen on it from the sweat and the bit of special lube they used to get the hood on. A hand brushes through his hair and Buck lets out a quiet sigh as he pushes into the touch. 

Perhaps he should get up, maybe get out of the suit and take a shower, but he feels boneless still, and Buck's content like this. He thinks Eddie is too, in his soft pajama bottoms, one leg crossed underneath the other as he sits back against the pillows and watches Buck starfished across the bed. 

Buck guides his fingers in the right places with little hums to let him know what he does and doesn't like. Or rather, what he likes and what he loves because he doesn't think there is a spot Eddie could touch that wouldn't feel good. 

He doesn't know how much time passes before he finally feels like he can move again. Eddie helps him up from the bed and peels the latex off Buck's skin as he just stands there, leaning heavily against his boyfriend. Definitely not back to one hundred percent yet. 

Eddie's come is dripping out of him as he stands there, though it doesn't have anywhere to go with the way the latex is clinging to his ass and thighs. Buck isn't looking forward to cleaning up the mess they've made of this suit, though. 

A thorough shower later, he is curled up on Eddie's chest, head resting right on his heart. They've got the covers over them because Buck complained about feeling like he might float away, and Eddie had complied without seeming weirded out by that statement at all. His hand is currently scratching through Buck's hair, which is damp and curly. 

"We should do that again sometime," Buck muses, voice a little muffled because he's still got one side of his face pressed against Eddie's chest. The hand slides a little further down his neck, squeezing lightly.

"Yeah?"

"Hm-hm."

He thinks back to the things Eddie said before, while he was fucking him. About keeping him like this, making sure Buck is shut off from the world by the hood and the suit, has none of his senses except for taste. That he would be there just for Eddie to use him. 

Perhaps, Buck thinks, that is something that they could make real in some way. Not on the long term, obviously not, but it might be nice to play around with it, right?

"We could block off a day, put me in the suit early in the morning, and keep me like that all day. I wouldn't be able to do anything you wouldn't want me to, and you wouldn't even really have to restrain me."

Buck wonders what it would be like to do that for a whole day, to lose his sight for a whole day. And maybe not just his sight, now that he thinks about it. Eddie hasn't answered yet, though, so he hesitates to continue, looking up at Eddie through his lashes while moving his head as little as possible. 

"You'd want that?" Eddie asks, sounding almost in awe, and it's like he's searching Buck's eyes for the answer to his question. 

"Could even get a pair of those heavy-duty earplugs, I'm pretty sure I wouldn't be able to hear anything anymore unless you yelled."

There is arousal spreading through him, toes curling as he shifts a little in Eddie's hold until he can comfortably look up at him. God, that would be something. Completely shut off, the only thing he would be able to do feeling Eddie's hands on him, guiding him. 

He can't imagine what it would be like to be blind and deaf at the same time, but part of him wants to find out, just for a day. Maybe he wouldn't even be able to keep it up all day, though he doesn't like to think about safe wording out before they have even planned the scene.

"You'd be completely shut off," Eddie says, blunt nails scratching lightly at the back of Buck's head. "Completely at my mercy, almost like a real doll. There would be nothing that you could do unless I wanted you to."

Buck knows that it would mean being pushed and pulled around all day. Made to sit or stand or lie down wherever Eddie wants him to and wait. Of course, unless he's restrained he could always do something, take off the hood in the worst-case scenario, but that's the beauty of it, isn't it? Doing exactly what Eddie tells him to because he chooses to do so and he trusts this man with his life. 

"I know, I want that."

Honestly, words couldn't express how badly he wants this. And they've been talking about the concept of free use already, trying to figure out how that would work for them. It's something that they are both very into, but that takes a lot of time to make it feel real. Maybe they could combine it with this and find a day that they can play out this fantasy. 

Buck can feel how Eddie presses a soft kiss to his head, and it brings a smile to his face. Regardless if they end up playing this out, he knows that he is always safe with Eddie. It's what makes it easy to say and do things like these. He knows that with Eddie there will never be any danger in that. 

And if he can be Eddie's doll for a day, just for him to use however he wants while Buck has no idea what is going on outside the touches that he's granted, then he will do that with pleasure.