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your Eddie x Josh has BEWITCHED ME I am in awe of your talent lmao

so if…. you ever wanted another prompt… maybe Eddie jokingly calling Josh sir when he’s being particularly bitchy and then being a complete mess about it. Josh is just like hmm actually I can help you with that.

Even if this doesn’t inspire anything, just wanna say your work is always a delight !!!

(GIVE ME ALL THE JEDDIE I love this bitch4bitch dynamic more than I can possibly say. There's some humiliation and authority/domination kink in here.)

They've moved onto the "running errands together" stage of the relationship, which is the furthest Josh has gotten in a while. He needs groceries, Eddie has nothing to do all week while his son is in El Paso for a birthday party/summer visit. It's perfect.

Except Eddie is the worst person in the entire universe to shop with. He has no plan, he wanders aimlessly and looks at things before putting them back, he stops to make faces at babies and gets stuck talking to the parent(s) of said baby for at least five minutes.

Josh is really close to falling in love, but this might be it for him.

"Eddie, I would like to get home before the sun goes down, so please just follow me and don't touch anything until we can get out of here," Josh says, pinching the bridge of his nose both for dramatic effect and because otherwise he's going to do something ridiculous like fling a box of Pop Tarts at his boyfriend.

"Sir, yes, sir," Eddie says, and Josh looks at him sharply.

"That's what I thought," he says, trying to go for stern but not seriously.

And Eddie's face does something kind of...complicated. He flushes, and Josh thinks that he thinks he crossed a line for a moment, but then his pupils dilate and he looks embarrassed and grabs the cart while staring resolutely at the cherries in the top area where a kid would normally be sitting.

Oh.

Well.

Josh presses a hand to Eddie's lower back the rest of the way through the store and most of the way through the checkout line. When they walk through the automatic doors and out into the blazing sun, Eddie's already got sweat trickling down the back of his neck.

"That's what I like to see," Josh says, and a tendon in Eddie's neck jumps.

The whole way to his condo, he's got a hand on Eddie's thigh over the center console. He waits until they're inside and the groceries are put away before he drags Eddie to the couch, because this isn't a kitchen table talk. He wants to be able to face him completely, he wants to be comfortable, and he wants the possibility of this turning into one of them mauling the other one. Or both. A mutual mauling would be good.

"I don't think it's weird, first of all," Josh says, and Eddie looks like he's about to play dumb. "And it wouldn't be the first time someone's wanted to call me something other than my name or whatever in bed. I've been 'Daddy' a couple times, if you can believe it."

"I mean, I kinda believe it," Eddie says, and Josh feels inordinately fond at how shy Eddie is about this stuff when he's a total smokeshow and great in bed. "It's not, like, a military thing. I'm pretty sure it's not. None of that really makes me think of sex. I just--I dunno."

"Sweetheart, you already get hard when I'm a little mean to you in bed," Josh points out patiently. "I made fun of you for wanting to blow me so bad, and you came pretty much immediately after. That's fine. It's hot and sweet and adorable and sexy, and you're allowed to just like things. You're not asking me to do unspeakable things that I literally can't talk about without getting queasy. You didn't ask why I wanted you to suffocate me with your chest after you got home from basketball, you just did it. Did you think that was weird?"

"Clearly not," Eddie says, smiling a little and grabbing Josh's hand. "So how does this work, then?"

Josh scoots closer so he can kiss Eddie's cheek, his heart doing something inadvisable at his age when he feels Eddie's cheek press back against his mouth when his smile widens. "You tell me what you want me to do or say, or at least what you're comfortable talking about. And we figure out the rest. If you want me to stop, you say stop. If I want us to stop, I say stop. Eventually, we figure out other words to use in case that's part of the vibe."

Eddie snorts softly. "I know what a safeword is, babe."

"Well?" Josh asks expectantly.

"Oh, I don't have one, but--" He flushes when Josh rolls his eyes. "What? Who just has one?"

"Eddie, I'm forty-four and I've been having sex with strange men for more than half my life, it's 'sunset.'"

Eddie's mouth drops open for a moment. "I--seriously? That's it?"

"What, did you think it'd be 'Billy Wilder's Sunset Boulevard'?" he asks. "Because that's actually where I got it. But that doesn't matter yet. We're using training wheels right now. We're dipping our toes in the authoritarian-slash-humiliation-slash-degradation pond. And we're doing it together, because we trust each other and our sexual chemistry is insane."

And Eddie, because he's been getting better about not being a powder keg of repressed emotions and sexual shame, kisses his knuckles and smiles. "Yeah, okay. You know, you're pretty good at that."

"Being right? I know," he teases, and Eddie uses the grip on his hand to pull him across the half a couch cushion of space between them. When he kisses him, Eddie's hand lets go of his in favor of cradling the back of his head and splaying over his back. His tongue flicks against Josh's lips, and he's happy to part them and flick his right back. Eddie kisses him like he wants to savor him, like he'd be happy to just taste him forever. It's dizzying and hot, and Josh wants nothing more than to rub off against him and call it a night. But he wants Eddie to actually give this a real shot. "Go in the bedroom and take your clothes off. I'll be right there."

"Okay," Eddie says eagerly, kissing him one more time before getting up.

Josh uses the moment alone to send up a prayer to whoever might be listening that he doesn't accidentally traumatize his boyfriend or turn him off completely. He also throws the chicken back in the fridge, because he's not getting sick from room temperature chicken just because he was horny for his ridiculously hot firefighter boyfriend.

"You ready?" he calls as he walks down the hall.

"Yes," Eddie says.

Josh smiles, pulling his t-shirt over his head as he reaches his bedroom. "What was that?"

And Eddie, beautiful Eddie, is kneeling in the middle of the bed without a stitch of clothing on. He licks his lips and looks at Josh with his chin tilted down a little. "Yes, sir."

He steps out of his jeans and gets on the bed, reaching for Eddie's perfect face. "Good boy."

And Eddie presses against his hand with a shudder. "Thank you, sir."

Josh strokes his thumb over Eddie's day off stubble and smiles at him. "If I'd known that all I needed to do to get you to behave was put you on your knees and have you call me 'sir,' maybe we would've worked better together. Kinda hard to feel undermined when someone's about a minute away from begging you to touch their cock."

Eddie's hips shift, like he's trying to get friction on his bobbing cock but can't. "C-can I touch yours? Sir?"

"That's so considerate of you," Josh praises, laying out alongside Eddie with his head propped up on his pillows. "I'll do you one better. You know how we figured out that you love sucking cock? How about you show me how much you love it?"

He expects a nod, maybe a shy little smile. He doesn't expect Eddie's eyes to go almost black and for him to drag his mouth up Josh's inner thigh and for him to take hold of his cock and lick across the head with a moan and a shiver.

"Thank you, sir," he groans, his ass flexing as he grinds against the duvet.

Josh feels his skin prickle all over, and a surge of something protective and affectionate and almost needy runs through him. He reaches down to run his fingers through Eddie's hair, which is thankfully free of any product. He lifts Eddie's head from his cock, which can't help but twitch when Eddie whines softly.

"I'm sorry, honey," Josh says softly, scratching his nails over his scalp. "How are we feeling? Skip the honorifics, I just want to check in for a second."

"Good," Eddie replies, smiling slowly, like his brain has to remember how to do it. "I'm good. You?"

"I'm fantastic," Josh says, laughing softly and bringing his hand down to cup Eddie's jaw. "I've got a big, hot firefighter in my bed calling me 'sir,' I'm having a great time."

Eddie nuzzles his hand and gives him a heated look. "Then can I get back to it, sir?"

Josh grabs his hair again, this time pressing his face against his cock, and Eddie moans, licking wetly where he can. "You want it that bad?" he asks, and Eddie's response is muffled against his skin. "What was that?"

"Yes, sir, want your cock, sir," Eddie moans when Josh lifts his head up a little.

He grinds against Eddie's mouth and swears softly when a line of drool trickles down his shaft. "Ass up, you're gonna fuck me, and I don't want you cumming just because sucking dick turns you on so much."

Eddie sticks his ass up, which Josh very nearly dives for. Few things in the world are as perfect as Eddie Diaz's ass, and he wants to see how many 'thank you, sir's and 'please, sir's he can wring out of him if he starts eating him out. But that's for later. Right now, Eddie's sucking on his cock like Josh is doing him a favor, and he's humping the air because Josh got a little mean for a second while he pulled his hair.

"Here," he says, grabbing the lube from under his pillow and putting it near his hip. "I don't think you're gonna be able to wait, so start getting me ready now. Can you handle that?"

"Yessir," he slurs out before taking Josh's cock to the back of his throat and choking on it. His eyes roll back in his head, and he holds on tight to his thighs until Josh lifts his head away again. A thick string of spit connects his lip to Josh's cock, and he's staring at it like a dog waiting for a treat.

"What'd I ask you to do?" he reminds him, tapping the head of his cock against his bottom lip and biting his lip at the shock it sends up his spine. There's a slight chance that he might also be discovering new depths to how into something like this he can be.

Eddie grabs the lube and pours it into his hand, and Josh rewards him by pushing his head down again. By the time Eddie has him open and ready, Josh is about five seconds from getting off. He has to shove Eddie onto his back and ride him so he can control the depth and angle and speed for a bit. It serves two purposes: he gets to not embarrass himself, and Eddie starts begging to fuck him. It's pathetic and so, so hot, and Josh is going to need an extensive debrief to figure out the extent of what he can say and do. As it is, he's so close to calling Eddie a needy slut that he can almost feel the words tripping off his tongue.

"Fuck," he gasps, throwing his head back as he rides Eddie a little harder. "Yeah, fuck me. Go ahead, fucking ruin me, baby."

He feels Eddie bend his knees behind him, which angles him right up against where Josh wants him, and he grabs Josh's ass tight as he fucks up into him.

"What do you say?" Josh pants, gripping himself so he can cum across Eddie's pretty chest and belly. "What do you say when you get what you want?"

Eddie bucks under him hard, almost throwing Josh off, and he looks up at him with teary eyes and a flushed face. "Thank you, sir, thank you, thank y--oh, fuck, I'm gonna cum. C-can I?"

Josh nods, unable to verbalize anything other than a few sad little panting moans, because his orgasm hits like a fucking supernova. He whines as Eddie fucks into him a few more times before he stiffens under him, and he lifts himself off with a grimace and flops to the side as soon as Eddie's done.

"Gimme a minute," Josh pants against the duvet, patting Eddie's chest. "Holy shit."

"Uh-huh." Eddie's staring at the ceiling in disbelief and occasionally making a little choking noise when his stomach convulses from aftershocks. Josh wraps himself around him and holds him through it, and Eddie squeezes him tight.

"You're so cute," Josh mumbles from where he's squished against the side of Eddie's pec.

Eddie laughs softly and presses his cheek to the top of Josh's head. "'Cute'? I just fucked your brains out and I'm 'cute'?"

"You got all whiny and pathetic about it, so yeah," Josh says raising his head to kiss the underside of his jaw. "Cute."

"Guess I did."

His absent tone makes panic flare in Josh's chest that he'll have to pull Eddie out of some kind of shell about this. "For the record: that was kinda my favorite part. I don't know if you realize this, but you're this big, buff, tough firefighter. I'm...not. Seeing you get like that feels, I don't know--special? Sweet? Humbling? Something good."

Eddie smiles, stroking his fingers over Josh's cheek. "Yeah. Something good."

He kisses Josh, and it's so sweet and tender but feels so much more vulnerable after what they just did. Josh keeps kissing him, wanting to distract Eddie from any doubt that could be creeping in.

"Did you have fun?" Josh asks, and Eddie bites his lip, nodding. "Then I had fun. And that's what matters. You and me."

"You're cute," Eddie says, grinning.

"I am," Josh agrees with an answering grin. "We're, like, stupidly adorable. I don't know if you noticed. It's kinda ridiculous."

Eddie rolls him onto his back, half groping and half tickling him as he kisses Josh's face and neck, and he's so happy and beautiful when he pulls away to go get something to wipe them down with. When he settles back in bed, he pulls Josh against him again and hums contentedly.

"Talking time?" he asks sleepily.

"In a bit." Josh rubs his back and closes his eyes, smiling to himself when he hears a soft snore in reply.

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