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Richie tozier was hosting a party, a graduation party, he was 19 when he graduated, after the whole shit that happened between his friends he went from straight As to strain Failure. So he was held back, he redeemed himself though. And now he is graduating. The losers didn't really talk much, except for bev and rich. Beverly was in contact with a few of them and the few were in contact with the rest so most of them had confirmed their going, except for eddie. And to be honest, Richie kind of expected him not to respond. The reason they were not in touch anymore was because they got in a big fight. He had said something to Eddie, something bad, he had instantly regretted it and tried to apologize and Eddie walked off, Richie had tried to contact him but Eddie hung up the phone with a “Stop. Calling” and that was the last time he heard his voice. Richie had finished setting up the party, hiding breakables, stocking snacks, and cleaning. Though it was just the Losers coming, well, most of them, he knew how they got.
They started drinking at parties at 16, but before that, before the drinking, their parties were pretty bad, everyone was off the walls, there was yelling, roughhousing, he hopes even with the drinking this time it will be like that. That's when the first bell rang. He knew who it was when he looked at the clock, it was the exact time he had said. Stan. He swung the door up and smiled. “Stan! By god, you still look the same.” He chuckled and pulled the other into a hug, the other one laughed and hugged back. “Jeez Rich, I’d say you are happy to see me.” He laughed, pulling back. “You're finally graduating! That's something I didn't know could be done!"
“Oh haha, come in, you're the first one here, as always.” as he was letting stand in, two others showed up, Ben and Bev. Ben had lost a bit of weight, he had heard from Beverly that Ben had made an effort to workout. He had become a bit insecure and despite the fact that Beverly loved him no matter what she helped him through it instead of keeping him from doing what he had wanted. “Jeezus christ is that you Ben? Bevvie said you were working out but Jesus you lost a whole person." This caused Ben to chuckle, he honestly looked a lot healthier too. I mean c’mon when they first met he was basically a shredded piece of meat due to the Bowers asshole.
“Yeah, I've been trying to look better for Bevvie.”
“Oh shut up Ben, You've always been perfect, I didn't care how you looked.'' She walks to the door hugging Richie. “Hiya Rich.”
“Hey Bev, perfect as always.” He lets them both in, giving Ben a quick hug, Then, as if on cue, comes Mike and Bill. “Dang, it's like a never ending cycle of losers. Hi Mikey, Hi Bill.” He holds his arms out awaiting a hug from both, and receives it with a chuckle from both. “How come you two didn't arrive separately?”
“Mike's car broke down so I had to pick him up.”
“Yeah, old Heifer is giving me shit, I mean she’s older than my grandpa's life so, it's
expected.” Mike chuckles.
“Alright come in, come in! You guys are the last ones that are showing, everyone else is inside.” He practically crushes them in and brings them to the main area of the rest of them. They all got up and ran to the two hugging, commenting on how they look, how They haven't seen each other since last year, blah blah blah. Richie broke the chatter with a clap. “SO! Who wants a beer?” All of them raised their hand and continued to talk and
Richie went and got 6 beers. He came back and everyone was back to sitting down, Mike and Stan on opposite sides of the couch, leaving the middle for Richie. Bev was sitting on the ground and Ben was laying between her legs, Bill was sitting on the ground on the same side that Stan was sitting on the couch, he was leaning against the bottom of it. Richie knew they had history together, they dated for a year and cut it off because Bill had to move. The way the two smile at each other makes Richie smile as he walks in handing a beer to each person. Each one either thanks him or nods and he sits between mike and stan. By now it was raining and to be honest it kind of set a soothing mood in the room. “So how is it that trashmouth is graduating?” Bill asks laughing
“Yeah!” the rest say in agreement.
“Tell us how you did it, Rich!” Bev smiles, running her fingers through Ben's hair.
Ben looked happy with it, he leaned into the scratches she did every once in a while with a wide smile. Richie let out a small chuckle with a smirk at the redheads question. Just as he was about to answer there was a knock at the door. The others looked pretty puzzled and Richie broke the confused mood with a joke.
“I know i'm graduating but you didn have to get me a big enough surprise that someone had to show up at my house.” He got up, setting his bear on the ground near where he was sitting, and sashayed to the door, making the others laugh. “I wonder what it could be.” He turns still, walking to the door but backwards now. “A car? A puppy? Let's see.” He reaches behind him turning back around for the doorknob and opens it cautiously, being surprised by who was standing there. He didn't say anything and left the others confused, talking among themselves, as he slid through the slightly opened door, closing it behind him quickly. Now standing in the pouring rain with none other than Eddie Kasprak.
“Hi.” The older boy says, soaked, like he walked all the way there. The single word sent memories back to Richie's head. Rushing to the reason they had stopped talking for a year.
It was everyone else's graduation party, well, honestly it had just died down. The others were leaving or sleeping and Richie and Eddie were up, talking. They couldn't sleep,
Eddie for the fact that life was going so fast, Richie for the fact that he was the only one NOT graduating, “I'm scared of what comes next y'know?” Eddie says, they sat at a bay window on opposite ends, looking at the stars and thinking, and speaking said thoughts.
“I know, we’ve spent almost every day together since, I can't believe that we are all going our separate ways. Well… everyone but me. I'm stuck in this shithole.”
“Yeah but maybe it's not that bad.” Eddie states, his face being lit up by the night stars and the smallest bit of fireworks from the chaotic graduation parties still going on. Richie couldn't help but stare.
“What do you mean eds?” Richie asks, not drawing his eyes away from the other.
“Think about it. We are all familiar with this place, Hell all of us practically were born here, except for Ben.” He looks down at his fingers fiddling with the cracked nail polish from when Bev painted his nails for fun. “We have no fucking clue whats out there, Rich, like… what if it's worse there?”
“Worse? How could it be worse, Eds? We fought a killer clown together, nobody else saw it. It's like… we are cursed being here, and you, you have the chance to leave, if i were you i would leave as soon as possible.”
“Yeah but, i don't know, something makes me think i'll forget you guys as soon as I'm gone, i mean, look at Bev, she went to her aunts for a few months and forgot that she Had two boys panning over her, and that she even grew up here.’
“Its probably a trauma response, Yes she grew up here, but her dad beat andraped her, what the fuck else is she to do than forget.”
“Yeah but I don't want to forget!”
“Why the fuck not?”
“Maybe because I'll forget you richie! Ill forget all of you losers andf i dont fucking want that!”
“Yeah well you should forget your mother, she abused you ed's! She did it enough that, for the longest time, that's what you thought every parent-child relationship should be like!”
“SHE DIDN'T ABUSE ME! She was PROTECTING ME!” Eddie snapped.
“Protecting you from what?! From being a boy! From making your own choices? From being around us?” Richie snapped back, chuckling out of frustration.
“She wasn't keeping me from seeing you guys!”
“Yeah. no sorry, she was protecting you from seeing me… the trashmouth, the attention seeking comedian. Because i'm always the problem. Maybe you're the problem if you listened, your so brainwashed by your mother you cant fucking see it!” Eddie didn't say anything else, tears pricked his eyes as he stood up and walked away. Out of the house.
They stood there like that for a few, rain pouring on the both of them, both of them now soaking wet. Richie was just a bit taller than when Eddie saw him last, Eddie somehow looked smaller, whether it was because Richie grew, or the fact that he was slouching, this made Richie chuckle. Eddie gave him a confused look and Richie pulled him into a tight hug. Eddie let out a surprised sound before hugging back.
“Im so fucking sorry Eds.”
“It's Eddie,.” They both laughed and Richie then realized they were standing out in the pouring rain, not even because they were both soaking wet, but because he could feel Eddie shaking. He opened the door and revealed the other losers. Beverly was the first to get up, leaving Ben's head to slam into the ground and he let out a pained noise and sat up.
“EDDIE!” She pulled him into a hug and he smiled, then, one by one, the other losers attacked themselves, soon becoming a pile of losers, other than Richie. He stood at the couch, smiling. They all released one by one, Bill looked to be proud of himself. After all, he was the only one that had contact with Kasprak. They all sat back down, Richie scooched closer to stan leaving stan to kick him in his back, just so Eddie can sit down on the couch.
“Sit. The. Fuck. Up!” Stan says , landing kicks in Richie's back each word.
“Me sit the fuck up? Dude your literally like laying down admiring them, i dont fucking know, scent of your boyfriend's hair?”
“For one, not my boyfriend, bill. And for two im not fucking sniffing his fucking hair, ass!”
“Boo hoo we are all watching you two give googlies to each other like you did when you were dating.” Richie mocks, stan didn't say anything , bit rolled his eyes and sat up. “I win” Richie's face now has a smug smile plastered onto his face, until Stan gives him one more kick, this time kicking him fully off the couch. He landed on his ass and everyone let out laughter, even eddie. What a refreshing sight. He just sat there, Stan getting to ‘sniff his boyfriend's hair’ and Eddie getting to sit somewhere comfortable. Eddie looked around between the people, and with his next words, caused a pause in the room,
“Can i get a beer?”
“What?”
“May I get a beer?”
“Yeah yeah i heard you i was just wondering why s-” richie stopped himself “Yeah i'll get you one, I'll be right back.” he got up slowly and walked to the kitchen.
The others went back to talking, catching up with Eddie til Eddie said he was gonna check on Richie since he was taking so long.
Richie, on the other hand, was caught up in his mind. He grabbed the beer, and saw a little photo between the fridge and the counter. He set the beer on the counter and bent down picking it up. It was of the losers club, but he and Eddie were shoulder to shoulder with their arms around each other. He sat down and opened the beer, taking a drink while staring at the photo.
“Wasn't that supposed to be mine?” a voice came through, Richie jumped spitting out a bit of beer.
“Jesus fuck, Dude you just gave me a heart attack!”
“Yeah well maybe you shouldn't be drinking my drink, Tozier.” He laughed walking over to him.
“Shit yeah, want me to get a new one-” Richies offer was interrupted by the brunette grabbing the bottle out of his hand and taking a swig. “I take that as a no.”
“Who do you think I am?”
“Uh, well, last I checked, you were afraid of mouth herpes.”
“Please I still am, I just know you wash your mouth.”
“And how would you know that , we haven't talked in like a year!”
“So? You always have.” Eddie makes his pint causing Richie to chuckle. “Listen, uh… sorry about that by the way.”
“About what?” Richie asked, grabbing another beer from the fridge.
“Oh, I don't know, maybe, hmm, completely disregarding your existence for a whole year? Yeah i think that's it.'' He takes another drink.
“Dont need to apologise, I said some pretty fucked up shit about your mother, that didn't involve how she was in bed that is. “ He laughed, opening the bottle.
“Jesus rich you can't be serious for one minute?” Eddie asks, half laughing.
“It's not my nature, kind sir! See, When i was a wee lad,” Richie started with an old man's voice, closing half of his mouth and one eye, hunching over like his back hurt,
“i coped with humor, now i'm not so wee anymore but humor still fixes everything.” He straightened up. Eddie laughed looking around at what he was holding when he walked in.
“What's that?”
“Hm?”
“That.” He reaches over and grabs the photo, smiling instantly seeing it. “Is that when we were 13?”
“Yeah, after us losers fought the damn clown.”
“Jesus Rich, I can't believe that was 6 years ago.”
“6? I didn't even notice.” He went behind Eddie who was sitting on a stool and placed his hand on his back, looking at the photo as well. Eddie pointed and laughed at little richie.
“I'm surprised your glasses lasted so long, considering the amount of times bowers knocked you on your ass.”
“Right? I was just so scared Ma would find out so i fixed them by myself, by the end of it, she found out because he broke the lens.”
“Shit that's right! Wasn’t that when he was mad at you for smiling at him?”
“Yeah I don't know what his deal was, I was having a good day.”
“Yea well he wasn't. He kept my inhaler away from…” He trailed off. “Hey did you mean what you said back then?”
“What? What are you talking about?”
“Well.. before i blacked out, or while i was waking up i can't quit… remember but.. You said you loved me. You were over me and you said you loved me. That you wanted me to wake up.”
This hit richie. He had forgotten about that moment. He remembers bowers taking his inhaler, watching his best friend struggle to breathe, he lost control and it was the first (and only) time that Richie had beat the living shit out of bowers. It was after he woke up. He was crying because Eddie wasn't waking up, he was trying to help him breathe, forcing the medicine on him, and he was blabbering. Then richie blurred out “Please wake up, i love you, i cant fucking lose you.” and well, Eddie woke up. But he didn't think Eddie had heard him.
“Uhm… i mean, it was kind of the heat of the moment i didn't mean for you to hear
that-”
“You didn't answer my question.” Eddie was now looking towards Richie, who still stood behind him, Eddie's back wasn't fully facing him anymore; it was more of a slat, just enough to where they were almost across from each other now. “Did you, or did you not, mean it?”
“Jees eds you're really pushing it on me all at once there, i mean c'mon you just
came back into my life and-” he paused and looked eddie in the eyes. “Fuck.. yes. Okay I meant it. And I still do. This past year was like torture because i wasnt able to contact you-”
“Richie?”
“What?” Richie asks, mentally thanking him for stopping him from rambling. But he was snatched from that to be kissed by the one and only, Eddie Kasprack. Richie didn't really waste any time kissing him back, he smiled as well, the boy tasted like mentos and beer. And to Eddie, well, Richie tasted like beer, and cigarettes, he's gonna have to get onto him for that later. Eddie carefully set the picture of the losers on the counter before reaching for Richie's belt and pulling him closer with it.
He stood up with this action, so he wasn't as short. Richies breathed hitched at the pull. His hands are so close to his pelvis. He placed his hands on Eddie's hips and Eddie moved his hands up his body and around his shoulders. They pulled away for a second, taking a breath. Eddie let a smile across his face, and Richie looked a mess. He could tell what he was thinking, but he slid out of his arms and grabbed the beer.
“Let's not keep the other losers waiting for us, it's your graduation party.”
“I mean.. I could easily kick the 'em out.”
“Don't do that.”
“And why not spaghetti man?” Eddie scoffed at the nickname.
“Boy you really know how to get someone out of the mood don't ya?” He chuckles and walks to the living room where the rest of the losers sat. Richie stood in the kitchen for a bit, trying to comprehend the the actual fuck just happened. He got kissed by his middle school crush, then it starts to be more, then what? The boy leaves him. In the kitchen. Still completely turned on. And not being able to mentally recover. He slowly walked in, the others didn't really pay attention. They were all chatting up a storm, the 2 lightweights already tipsy, who are those lightweights? Bev and Stan. Surprisingly bev is lightweight bc she drinks a lot, but stan, it's not surprising, for most of his life he abided by the ‘laws’ as someone may call it, of Judaism.
Don't get Stan wrong, he's still jewish, but he's not in your face jewish. He doesn't give a shit, honestly never did, just put his ‘good-boy’ face on for his dad which was a complete asshole. Anyways, the chatter between the friends continued as Richie situated himself next to eddie. After a few minutes people started to get up and get beer refills.
Eventually they all got drunk, The charter was more slurred, along with cackling or giggling, comments on how they defeated the damn clown, how bill didnt even get to hit the fucker one last time before his ‘wimpy ass’, as bill called him, slid down that hole to never return. They commented on how Richie's grade went downhill. Richie laughed at it. He honestly had no clue what happened, but he was glad he was leaving that Ass school. They chatted about how bowers beat, or assaulted them, making connections through that. These people shared trauma, it's no lie that that's why they are friends. If they were, they dont think theyd all been in richies living room, drunk as fuck, and being able to let their true selves out.
The chatter died down though, Richie decided a movie was best before they had to go, they all sat down and chose Horror of Dracula. Neither of them were actually scared of it either, it was their go to movie. So they all sat watching, most of them quoting lines quietly, only to be shushed by Stan and Bill. They made jokes and laughed, then eventually the movie was over, it was time for everyone to leave.
“Well trashmouth, I would love to stay but I don't want to.” Stan says standing up. By this time they were sober enough to drive, but Richie didn't let them go too far with the drinking.
“Yeah yeah, I'm graduating, not a big deal.” Richie guts as a joke and Stan just laughs hugging him.
“Congrats dickwad.” He says then leaves after hugging the others. The rest of the losers said goodbye, congratulating him, then walking out of the door. Then it was just Richie and Eddie left. They looked at each other for a moment and smiled.
“I guess you have to be on your way don't ya, eds?” Richie says, assuming he was gonna leave.
“No, I don't have a car, and it's too cold to walk, I'll get sick.” Richie laughs at eddie's complaint,
“Never change, do you?”
“Actually, Rich” Eddie states sitting down, Richie sitting down next to him.. “You'd
be surprised. After what you said I- well.. You were right.” Richie smiled wide.
“Jesus you dork stop that.”
“Stop what?”
“That smile, the ‘I told you so’ smile.”
“I'm not doing anything wrong am I?”
“Your being too fucking cute.” Eddie says laughing. “Anyways, I’ve stopped listening to her as much, a lot of things she had me take, i wasn't even supposed to. Im so fucking suprised that i didnt die.”
“How did you find all this out?”
“Mr. Keene. He told me that since I was old enough to move out, I should learn the truth. He told me that She kept forcing me to take meds I wasn't supposed to, that if it went on any longer, I might have dropped dead. According to him, he was threatening his job.”
“Sounds like her.”
“Yeah but why didn't I see it?”
“Because she raised you like that, you went by what you knew. It's her fault not yours.” Richie says, placing his hand on Eddie's thigh attempting to comfort the boy. “You had no control over the situation.” Eddie looked at him, tears peeking from under his Hazel brown eyes, the eyes that Richie had adored looking into all these years.
“Richie.. You're amazing, and I'm sorry for ignoring you for a year.”
“That was on me, I'm the one that said that shit.” They smiled at each other and slowly leaned in, once again connecting their lips. It was slow, soft movements, Richies hand had now been resting his hand on the other's soft jawline. Eddie's hand grabbing softly at his shirt.
Then their lips moved more aggressively, like they were in need of more. More of each other, more of the feeling. Richie was the first to make an actual move by swiping his tongue on the boy's lower lip, along with moving his hand to his neck and gently squeezing. Eddie let out a slight whimper, as his lips parted slightly, Richie taking that to his advantage and slipping his tongue in, Eddie letting him take control without hesitation. But on the other hand Eddie still wanted a little control, he reached for the base of Eddie's hair, wrapping his hand in the mess of curls and pulling lightly. Richie instantly let out a low groan, sending shivers down Eddie's body straight to his crotch. Richie pulled away slightly and chuckled. “Jesus, you're trying to kill me?”
“Only if you want me to.” And boy did this turn richie on even more. The fact that Eddie wasn't even trying to be soft. He's known this boy for, what, most of his life then, BOOM, He's right here, making the most un-vanilla comments while they are, what, just making out? It's a total game changer. Richie grabbed Eddie's hips and pulled him onto his lap, both of their breathing already heavy.
“Do what you want, I'm not one to stop you.” Richie meant this as a comment to Eddie killing him, but Eddie took it in a different manner. Eddie ground his hips down onto Richie, whose hand squeezed the sides of Eddie's hips, possibly leaving bruises. But when eddie did it again, there was no doubt for bruises to appear. Eddie whispered at the strength of his hold, his eyes now heavy with pleasure. Richie stopped squeezing though and started moving his hand upward, taking eddies shirt with but not taking it of. The cold touch of richies fingers sent shivers throughout eddie. He made a quiet noise that richie didnt hear.
“Jesus fuck, you have no clue how beutiful you are.” Richies said under his breath,
“You have no clue how long ive been wanting this.” he lets out a low moan at eddie starting to move on his lap.
“Yeah well, take what you want then.” eddie replies sounding more and more breathless by the second. He feels how big richie is through both of their jeans, He cant keep his mind off of it. Even if he wanted to, it was too big to ignore. Richies hips bucked at this comment, mayking eddie let out an noise that was a mix between a moun and whimper.
“Fucking hell sorry.” Richie says grabbing the sides of eddies chest to steady him,so he didnt fall. Eddie shook his head telling him it was okay and richie leaned in closer kissing eddie once again. But it didnt last long, eddie decided to trail down richies jaw, then to his neck, grabbing the base of his hair again then pulling, richies mouth opened slightly and a groan was pulled out of him as Eddie licked along his neck then moved to his ear and whispered.
“I want you in me.” then going back down to his neck and sucking on the accesible parts, grazing his teeth along his adams apple and then going back to creaqting marks all over his neck. Richie couldnt help the noises that escaped his chest.
The feeling of eddie even having a bit of control overwhelmed him with so many emotions, mostly pleasure, but it was his time. Not eddies. He let eddie do a bit more marking thoug, he liked the way it felt, liked the way that tomorrow when he does out, people will see them. Richies hand snaked up to his neck squeezing gently, eddie made a restrained noise and smiled. "Finnally.” Richie moved eddie off of his lap and to his knees. And moved his hand from his neck to hook under eddies chin, making him look up.
“I want you to suck me off first.” These words made Eddie shiver. Richie began to unbutton his pants and slid them down, Eddie waiting patiently for Richie to tell him what to do. He slid his boxers down as well, revealing his hard. It was the size Eddie had thought it was, the perfect size. He looked back at richie as he grabbed his cock, richie immediately tensing at the touch. Eddie started moving his hand in a slow rhythm, richies breath was heavy, sounder hoarse, almost as if he were purring but who can blame him. The one guy he couldnt keep his eyes off of for well, since his middle school horny phase, which, by the way, grew into adulthood. Richie was admiring the consentration eddie was throwig out, he loved it when eddie was consentrated, his eyebrows would furrow and his tongue would stick slightly out of his mouth, he was beutiful, and he fucked everything up with him. he started thinking, overthinking isnt easy to stop, but eddie stopped it almost immiatly by putting the tip of richies leaking cock in his mouth and pushing it in further til it hit the back of his throat, but he didnt move from there he stayed.
Eddie fealt himself choking a bit but he was staying until he thought was good, he looked up at Richie, whoms eyes were wide with lust and consern, and it turned eddie on more, he fealt the heat of richies eyes burn until he let out a cough, finnally letting go and gagging. Richies head shot back with a low groan, he could feel the arousle in his chest, the room was already so hot, richie started to sweat, it was too hot, he grabbed the hem of his shirt and pulled it over his head, the cold hitting just right on his skin. goosbumps formed almost immidiatly.
Eddie softly bobbed his head up and down, Richie's breathing was still uneven, became more so as eddies head moved faster, he moved his tongue all over the place, and every few times he would lick the slit or flatten his tongue against the head causing Richie's abdomen to shiver. then eddie hollowed his cheeks around him, richcie bucked his hips up causing Eddie to gag, but he didn't think much of it because eddie was still going, so he gave a breathy apology with a groan. Eddie hummed in response only causing Richie's pleasure to build, he started got while, that's when eddie stopped and lifted off with a pop of his mouth. Richie let out another whine due to loss of connection with the brunette.
Richie laid down on the bed and Eddie crawled closer to him and stood up slowly while running his hands from Richie's knee to his chest, one hand warm from holding Richie's cock, and the other cold to the touch, causing Richie to twitch with each slight movement. eddie guided richies hands by tracing up his arm with his palm, interlocking their fingers and snapping both of his hands to above his head, starling Richie. Richie stared in awe at the brunette as he was pinned to the bed with ease, all that came to his brain was, holy fuck... holy fuck holy fuck holy fuck, how is this happening. i like it but holy fuck. it wasnt just the fact that this was his, might as well be, lifelong crush, but the fact, that Eddie 'fucking' Kasprak just pinned him down, Eddie 'fucking' Kasprak is looking at him with devilish, dirty eyes.
"Your a slut aren't you Tozier?" this made Richie even closer to the edge, but this wasn't fair, he looked at Eddie, Eddie was still clothed. Richie was undressed and god damn it he was hard. And it was showing. He kept looking at how clothed Eddie was, wanting to tear them off of him but, well due to his current situation, he wasn't able to. Eddie must've taken notice or read his mind because next think he know Eddie was trailing off of him, with his hand following behind. Eddie walked over to the side of the bed, oh so seductively, and bent over to whisper in the Ravenettes ear. "No touching, mkay?" Which Richie knew exactly what he had meant. he nodded with a 'yes sir'.
"Look at you practically drooling over me." He says, his voice was hot and stern. He was slowly stripping away the button up he was wearing, teasing richie, whom wasnt aloud to touch himself. His shoulders were reveald first, not yet all buttons unbuttoned, his masculine, feminine, hell, they looked good on him it didnt matter, shoulders He wanted to bite them, he wanted to tear them up, hell nlo matter what he would do, those shoulders would still be fucking scolding hot. Then his torso, it had a few scratches nothing big. but somehow, he was fit, like might be the slightest bit but honestly, it was still beutiful, he just wants to scratch the fuck out of him, all over, mark him, give hickeys, oh he wanted to touch himself already. And kaspracks pants werent even remotley off.
Eddie had slowly taken off the rest of his shirt, revealing his semi-muscular arms and his semi-chubby stomach. Now he was slowly moving his fingers along the hem of his jeans, but surprisingly Eddie didn't waste any time with his jeans. He didnt even struggle to unbutton the button, with a swift couple movements he had fully taken them off along with his boxers. Richie felt himself twitch, he had to close his eyes, eddie slowly walked over to him and crawled over him again. "open your eyes darling, i didnt give you permission to close them" Richie did and as soon as he did he felt eddie grind their cocks together. He let out a low and a bit loud groan.
"Jesus fuck eds, your killing me-" Richie didnt even get to finnish his scentance before he got smacked and his face held with one of eddies, firm hands. It felt good. but it frightened him.
"You call me sir." He said sternly and Richie replied with a 'yes sir' before kissing him. Eddie stared to move his pelvis up and down grinding down on the other, as Richie moaned into the kiss, that was getting more heated by the second. Richie was whimpering a lot as Eddies thrusts started to get rougher, eddie stopped kissing him to bury his head in richies shoulder, breathing heavily. His whimpering became higher and higher before eddie said "you can cum darling" and that set him off. hell richie didnt even know he needed permission to cum but god did he love it. He shook with a loud moan as he did so, eddie as well. they sat there, breathing heavily. But eddie wasnt done.