[ God, feeling Eddie squirm like that, seeing the way he can't even maintain eye contact because he's too embarrassed - it's straight out of one of Richie's wet dreams, honestly. It's situations like these where he feels as big as he is, as though he's towering over Eddie, as if he could control him with little more than a strong grasp and a few well-chosen words.
The flush on his face is so pretty that Richie can't keep from leaning forward to kiss him again, a hungry groan rising in his throat when he feels the other's hand press against him without nearly enough pressure. When he pulls back it's with a hiss, and for a second he squeezes his eyes shut, too busy focusing on rocking his hips forward to come up with an answer. ]
You stole my joke, [ he says eventually, opening his eyes and grinning so wide he almost looks crazy. ] But for real --
[ He leans in again, this time so that he can press his lips close to Eddie's ear and whisper the story to him: ]
I was at this work party, right? Everyone was drinking, you know how some of those guys get when they let loose - [ Eddie probably doesn't know, actually, but that's besides the point; ] - and at one point I went to the bathroom, it was so fucking far away you couldn't even hear the music, and as soon as I got in there I heard these voices, right?
[ The images bloom in his mind as he recounts what happened, and Eddie will no doubt be able to feel the way his cock fucking throbs as he speaks. ]
I don't know who they were, but I could hear them, Eds, and they were fucking going at it right there in the stall, barely even trying to be quiet, I could hear fucking everything, and all I could think of was how fucking bad I wanna do that to you, make you need it so bad you don't care who hears you fucking begging for me --
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Date: 2019-11-01 07:35 pm (UTC)The flush on his face is so pretty that Richie can't keep from leaning forward to kiss him again, a hungry groan rising in his throat when he feels the other's hand press against him without nearly enough pressure. When he pulls back it's with a hiss, and for a second he squeezes his eyes shut, too busy focusing on rocking his hips forward to come up with an answer. ]
You stole my joke, [ he says eventually, opening his eyes and grinning so wide he almost looks crazy. ] But for real --
[ He leans in again, this time so that he can press his lips close to Eddie's ear and whisper the story to him: ]
I was at this work party, right? Everyone was drinking, you know how some of those guys get when they let loose - [ Eddie probably doesn't know, actually, but that's besides the point; ] - and at one point I went to the bathroom, it was so fucking far away you couldn't even hear the music, and as soon as I got in there I heard these voices, right?
[ The images bloom in his mind as he recounts what happened, and Eddie will no doubt be able to feel the way his cock fucking throbs as he speaks. ]
I don't know who they were, but I could hear them, Eds, and they were fucking going at it right there in the stall, barely even trying to be quiet, I could hear fucking everything, and all I could think of was how fucking bad I wanna do that to you, make you need it so bad you don't care who hears you fucking begging for me --