( Honestly its something of a change from his youth and adulthood where he craved freedom. Not that Richie kept him caged but his protectiveness was more comforting than suffocating as it had been with his mother and then with Myra. He's stronger, faster and could handle himself, yeah— but he relied on Richie too. They fit together like puzzle pieces and they were better together than apart.
Finding Rich already settled in the hot tub, Eddie can't help sighing but pulling his shirt off and moving to join him in the warm waters. It was always a pleasant surprise due to just how cold he was most of the time but times like these it is easy to warm up between Richie's blood rushing through him and his own feelings egging him on. )
Mmm. We can't have that, huh?
( He says reaching into the water, grasping one of Richie's hands and bringing it up to his own face. He chuckles lightly, a glance to Richie's already somewhat pruney fingers before kissing the pad of his thumb and bringing the digit into his mouth with a gentle suck. )
You'd still look amazing though. ( It's said with another chuckle around the thumb in his mouth. )
[The water soothes any aches and pains that being on stage had given him. Sometimes he feels a little jealous of Eddie's condition, and then he remembers he's responsible for it and the feeling dissipates as quickly as it comes on. The elation of being his personal blood bag is a natural aphrodisiac and pain-killer. The euphoria helps, and even though he worries it all stems from guilt and an attachment that verged on co-dependence now.]
Maybe you just have an old guy fetish I don't know about.
[It's a bad joke, one that dies on his lips the moment Eddie sucks on his thumb. God, Eddie knew how to play him like a symphony, and he staggers out a wonton breath feeling made and unbothered despite the wait and the sweat that had collected at the top of his hairline.]
( He huffs with a shake of his head but nevertheless still smiling. Still its not hard for Eddie to wonder just what the future might mean for them because what happens if he does stop aging? What happens if one day Eddie wakes up and Richie isn't there any there because time has taken its toll. He imagines that, much like Richie, although there is a real true love here between them— the co-dependency is unmistakable and Eddie knows there wouldn't be a life for him if Rich wasn't there with him.
Breathing in through his nose, Eddie lets one of his sharp fangs graze Richie's thumb and lets the faintest taste of blood blossom on his tastebuds. )
Hey, Rich. Do you ever think that maybe— ( He starts carefully with a careful lick to the small cut he has made. ) Do you ever think about the future? About what it might mean if you could be like me?
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Finding Rich already settled in the hot tub, Eddie can't help sighing but pulling his shirt off and moving to join him in the warm waters. It was always a pleasant surprise due to just how cold he was most of the time but times like these it is easy to warm up between Richie's blood rushing through him and his own feelings egging him on. )
Mmm. We can't have that, huh?
( He says reaching into the water, grasping one of Richie's hands and bringing it up to his own face. He chuckles lightly, a glance to Richie's already somewhat pruney fingers before kissing the pad of his thumb and bringing the digit into his mouth with a gentle suck. )
You'd still look amazing though. ( It's said with another chuckle around the thumb in his mouth. )
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Maybe you just have an old guy fetish I don't know about.
[It's a bad joke, one that dies on his lips the moment Eddie sucks on his thumb. God, Eddie knew how to play him like a symphony, and he staggers out a wonton breath feeling made and unbothered despite the wait and the sweat that had collected at the top of his hairline.]
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( He huffs with a shake of his head but nevertheless still smiling. Still its not hard for Eddie to wonder just what the future might mean for them because what happens if he does stop aging? What happens if one day Eddie wakes up and Richie isn't there any there because time has taken its toll. He imagines that, much like Richie, although there is a real true love here between them— the co-dependency is unmistakable and Eddie knows there wouldn't be a life for him if Rich wasn't there with him.
Breathing in through his nose, Eddie lets one of his sharp fangs graze Richie's thumb and lets the faintest taste of blood blossom on his tastebuds. )
Hey, Rich. Do you ever think that maybe— ( He starts carefully with a careful lick to the small cut he has made. ) Do you ever think about the future? About what it might mean if you could be like me?