[ Richie stays quiet while Eddie figures out what he's saying. Despite his reputation, he's gotten a lot better at listening and not interrupting - probably because of all the time he spends with Eddie nowadays.
He keeps his fingers moving idly, stroking circular patterns over the other's warm skin, his eyes watching Eddie's expression even when he refuses to make eye contact.
As the description slowly unwinds Richie can feel himself getting harder and harder because holy shit, there's nothing hotter in the universe than listening to Eddie Kaspbrak say he wants to blow him in some dirty fucking alley behind a bar. By the time he finishes, Richie is rock-hard and his fingers have tightened their grip in order to pull Eddie closer, in order to press his body up against Richie's so he can feel exactly what he's done with that little fantasy. ]
Holy fucking shit, Eds, [ Richie breathes out, his eyes wide and hungry. ] Do you realize how fucking hot that sounds? Jesus christ --
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He keeps his fingers moving idly, stroking circular patterns over the other's warm skin, his eyes watching Eddie's expression even when he refuses to make eye contact.
As the description slowly unwinds Richie can feel himself getting harder and harder because holy shit, there's nothing hotter in the universe than listening to Eddie Kaspbrak say he wants to blow him in some dirty fucking alley behind a bar. By the time he finishes, Richie is rock-hard and his fingers have tightened their grip in order to pull Eddie closer, in order to press his body up against Richie's so he can feel exactly what he's done with that little fantasy. ]
Holy fucking shit, Eds, [ Richie breathes out, his eyes wide and hungry. ] Do you realize how fucking hot that sounds? Jesus christ --