[ It's barely a touch, Richie's fingers moving in slow, maddening circles, but it's certainly obvious that it's been enough to get Eddie worked up once Richie rocks up against him–even eager for that bit of contact, he arches up against him, dropping his forehead to rest against Richie's collarbone. ]
It sounds disgusting.
[ –he says, a little breathlessly, half muffled into Richie's shirt, because it does, but maybe that's what's getting him hot, being desperate for it enough so that he could overlook the broken bottles and the cigarette ash. ]
I don't know what I was thinking–I mean, what if we got caught–
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Date: 2019-10-31 09:18 pm (UTC)It sounds disgusting.
[ –he says, a little breathlessly, half muffled into Richie's shirt, because it does, but maybe that's what's getting him hot, being desperate for it enough so that he could overlook the broken bottles and the cigarette ash. ]
I don't know what I was thinking–I mean, what if we got caught–