[ Eddie leans into his touch as he drags his fingers through his hair, lost in how good that feels until Richie continues on–and something about what he say, how coarsely he says it, makes Eddie squirm. He meets his gaze reluctantly once he guides him to look at him, although his eyes flick away again at the question he poses. ]
Why the fuck would I want that. [ –he protests, but it's a half-hearted protest, not quite a denial, and even as he says it, he thinks about it, flushing with shame and...something else, maybe. Heat. What if they got caught? What if someone saw him? ]
What the fuck do you want, anyway. [ He adds it hastily, a little eager to change the subject, and as he does so, he slots a hand in between them, fumbling to press it to where he can feel Richie's erection with the heel of his palm, almost teasingly. ] So horny I might die, you said. What were you doing? [ A beat. ] If you say my mom, I swear to Christ, I'm not touching you for the rest of tonight.
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Date: 2019-11-01 03:54 am (UTC)Why the fuck would I want that. [ –he protests, but it's a half-hearted protest, not quite a denial, and even as he says it, he thinks about it, flushing with shame and...something else, maybe. Heat. What if they got caught? What if someone saw him? ]
What the fuck do you want, anyway. [ He adds it hastily, a little eager to change the subject, and as he does so, he slots a hand in between them, fumbling to press it to where he can feel Richie's erection with the heel of his palm, almost teasingly. ] So horny I might die, you said. What were you doing? [ A beat. ] If you say my mom, I swear to Christ, I'm not touching you for the rest of tonight.