#i do think buck would lick and kiss the dirt and grime and mud off eddie yeah bc

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i do think buck would lick and kiss the dirt and grime and mud off eddie yeah bc. eddies hot af when looks like that and two, that gritty, earthy taste reminds him of the smell of petrichor and panic and digging and screaming but he can remind himself that This eddie is alive. This eddie is warm This eddie is smiling, teeth flashing even brighter against the smudges of dirt and earth and sweat and buck is intoxicated by replacing that old memory. when eddie wasn't there, wasn’t in his arms, the only thing touching his hands the cold thick mud. But now he’s here. warm and solid. he can feel the breath of eddie hot against his neck where he huffs out a laugh at bucks excited frenzied kisses. he can feel the scrape of the rough dirt moving from eddie to him and he loves it. eddie give me your grime your sweat your tears i will stand by u thru it all, i will ingest it so that its both of ours and you never have to carry it all alone anymore..