[ Eddie nearly forgets that he'd asked him a question when Richie kisses him–because god, what a distraction. He's even more frustrated when Richie pulls away, particularly if it's to continue on with a dumb your mom joke–
–until he tucks his face against Eddie's and decides to whisper filth into Eddie's ear instead, and Eddie goes a little weak at the knees, clutching at Richie's shirt as he thinks about it, wanting Richie to fuck him badly enough that he'd let him do it where someone could hear, someone could see. He'd teased him about begging before and Eddie had been right in what he'd said back, that it had only happened once, but that didn't mean that the memory hadn't been carefully filed away for more than one guilt-ridden...er, personal session that he's since neatly repressed. Until now, anyway. ]
Oh, fuck. [ –he says weakly, not even quite aware of it until after he's said it. He's hard enough so that he aches, now, and impulsively, he fumbles with Richie's zip, somehow mustering up enough coordination to undo it so that he can grasp his cock. It's a relief, even just to feel him, and he exhales shakily, giving it a cursory stroke. ] Richie–I-I mean, that's–you can't just say stuff like that–
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Date: 2019-11-02 03:22 am (UTC)–until he tucks his face against Eddie's and decides to whisper filth into Eddie's ear instead, and Eddie goes a little weak at the knees, clutching at Richie's shirt as he thinks about it, wanting Richie to fuck him badly enough that he'd let him do it where someone could hear, someone could see. He'd teased him about begging before and Eddie had been right in what he'd said back, that it had only happened once, but that didn't mean that the memory hadn't been carefully filed away for more than one guilt-ridden...er, personal session that he's since neatly repressed. Until now, anyway. ]
Oh, fuck. [ –he says weakly, not even quite aware of it until after he's said it. He's hard enough so that he aches, now, and impulsively, he fumbles with Richie's zip, somehow mustering up enough coordination to undo it so that he can grasp his cock. It's a relief, even just to feel him, and he exhales shakily, giving it a cursory stroke. ] Richie–I-I mean, that's–you can't just say stuff like that–