[ Richie exhales a hot, shaky breath as Eddie presses up against him, and he can't keep from grinding forward a little. He slips one hand out of the other's shirt so he can reach up and card his fingers through the still-damp locks of Eddie's hair. ]

It sounds fucking incredible, [ he replies, his voice huskier now that he's been given something so amazing to imagine. ] You thought I looked that good, huh? So good you wanted me to fuck your mouth right there?

[ The hand in Eddie's hair retreats, but only so that Richie can curl his fingers around Eddie's jaw, grasping tight enough to tilt his head up a little ]

What if we did get caught? Do you want that, Eds?