[Janet seems like she might be a babe, and he looks around to see if he can find her. If he came with friends, maybe she's one of the friends but no one's looking for either of them. It's just the two of them against the world now.]
In my experience, never make the moves on the HR department. You're cute, but you're still liable. We're all still liable.
( Janet wouldn't be caught dead at one of these events, famous folks or not. He gets the feeling it's the same for a lot of his tight-laced coworkers. This isn't the sort of scene you go to and then head back to your white picket fence back outside the city. )
Cute, huh. ( Color him surprised that is the one thing Eddie focuses in on. ) But, no, you're right and like I said: everyone I work with knows her. It would just be weird at best. It would definitely be someone outside of the company.
Yeah. For a mousy guy. [That's not really his type but these days Richie didn't know what his type was anymore. He still felt pretty distant, alienated. He never understood why. What started as gradual amusement that this guy didn't recognize him from his act was quickly becoming something else.] Well, give yourself a break. You might be surprised a good roll in the hay might be just what the doctor ordered.
I'm not mousy. ( Despite the narrowed look he shoots (because obviously mousy = small) there is another laugh into his drink. After nearly a decade of marriage, eddie wasn't entirely sure just what his type was anymore but something kept him here and drawn into the conversation. )
That come from personal experience or wishful thinking?
[Richie still thinks he's on the small side but he's not about to rain on his parade. He smiles, eagerly returning the grin that he's desperate to hide behind the rim of his glass.]
Well, I was one of the performing acts. I'm Richie. [Finally, he extends his hand and the proper introduction, leaning down to crowd his space (intentionally) and make evident just how different the size was between them.] and it might be a little of both.
( It's the smallest of things but hearing the other man's name has his heart beating wildly in his chest. It barely even registers that Richie was a performing act because his name keeps bouncing around and around in his head. Ultimately, Eddie blinks and finds it harder to hide the flush of color that spreads across his features. )
Eddie. ( He says lightly, breathlessly as he reaches out to take Richie's hand. Ignoring just how close he was. ) My name, I mean. My name is Eddie.
( And then with a breath and a quick finish of his drink, he finds himself asking: ) You wanna get out of here?
[When it normally wouldn't, learning Eddie's name sends a flurry of excitement across his arms and down to the pit of his stomach.
Eddie was cute. Eddie needed a little break, some relief, and Richie really wanted to help with that. The question comes as a surprise, but the grin the spreads across his face is unavoidable. It's warm, glowing, healthier than it had been when he'd just been talking shit over drinks.]
Hell yeah. Your place? Or mine?
[He had a room at the hotel, but he didn't want to take Eddie out of his comfort zone if he didn't have to.]
( It's weird- but maybe weird isn't the right word for this moment. There's a warmth in his chest though Eddie wonders if he should blame the alcohol even though it isn't a burn so much as its just... familiar.
The silence is unnerving for the moment it lasts but then Richie smiles, really smiles, and Eddie is sure that his breath stops for a moment. He finally lets out a shaky sound, face warm with color but smiling. He agreed, he really agreed. )
Yours. ( He says quickly, blinking before smiling shyly. ) I, uh- my new place is pretty bare.
[A smile on his face and some color in his cheeks makes all the difference for Eddie. He doesn't look like the tightly wound critic he met earlier, there's something more there, something that Richie wanted to unravel.
He grabs his hand in his, not secretive about it at all, and exits the venue through the staff exit with him away from the prying eyes of any coworkers.]
I've got a car. My hotel's just up the block. You sure about this, stud?
( Yeah, okay, so this was actually happening. The moment that Richie takes his hand there is a moment that Eddie swears his heart actually stops dead in his chest. Before he knows it, they're moving and he is rummaging through his pocket for his cellphone. It would probably be a good idea to let his coworker know he was leaving early unless he had already spied him leaving with his famous comedian.
It's around the time that Richie speaks when Eddie looks up again and tucks his phone away. There's a quiet moment before he breaths in, out and squeezes the hand he holds. )
[Eddie was like a present just waiting to be unwrapped, and Richie wanted to see who he really was with no prying eyes around. People were more honest in private moments, more themselves without the fear of rejection.]
( Eddie can't help but breathe in deep at that admission with his gaze resting on the back of Richie's head before flickering downwards to where their hands are connected. He thinks he should be surprised with himself for doing something like this but there's just something about Richie that puts him at ease.
New York winters are never kind to anyone and he can't help shivering once they make it outside but the walk to Richie's car isn't a long one. He settles into the passenger seat with a sigh and pulls his seat belt on as his gaze once against flickers to Richie. )
I've never done anything like this before. ( He says suddenly, a bit shyly. )
[It feels familiar, the shape of Eddie's hand and the warmth of it. Richie's hooked up dozens of times with plenty of strangers, but something about this one has nerves bubbling inside of him like old times.
They knock knees in the car while Richie starts the engine, after an inordinate amount of time fumbling with the key. He's smoother than this, dammit. He knows that he is.
Eddie's voice breaks the silence and the tension that went with it.]
Yeah, it's been a while for me too.
[Not a divorce dry spell while but a month or two without the company of a man. He was still in the closet, most people didn't know. It was a lonely life to live, not belonging to anything in particular.]
( Despite all the worries stressing through his blood there is comfort in knocking knees with Richie and he lets the touch linger through their drive. Although Eddie sometimes finds himself annoyed by the lights, noise and general busyness of New York there is also some beauty to it. There's something especially to the nightlife of the city but while thinking it over, Eddie finds himself glances over to Richie once again.
Once more there is a drumming in his chest before he smiles, lopsided and somewhat tender.
He isn't exactly sure what he was expecting of this famous comedian but there's something to be said when he admits that its been awhile for him. There's a quiet moment where Eddie licks his lips before reaching over and letting his hand come to rest along his thigh, perhaps a show of comfort but its hard to tell whether its for Richie or Eddie himself.
What doesn't surprise Eddie is the hotel when they pull up. It's new, very new and very nice. It's nothing close to anything he's ever said in before and he almost gets lost in just taking in the sight of the lobby. Thankfully he stays in Richie's shadow easily and follows him through the lobby, toward the elevators and only breathes again once the doors have closed. )
This is crazy. ( He says finally with a laugh, smiling upwards at his companion and maybe he's crazy too but he leans in though stops short with a blink- )
We're about to go upstairs and do a lot more than kiss and you're asking?
[The way that his lips quirk up at the corners makes it clear that it's not a deal-breaker for him. If anything, it's cute, it feels familiar in a far off kind of way. He wants to wrap his palms over his rough face and kiss him soft and slow. Richie wants to taste so much of this guy that he completely forgets the bourbon at the bar.]
Well, yeah, it sounds dumb as hell when you put it that way. Just, you know, it might be too personal or something-- I'm sure someone has said that.
( Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman said that, thanks.
Yet there's another small chuckle and a lopsided smile. At first, Eddie's touch is notably gentle as he cups Richie's face and stares as if trying to understand something that is just out of reach. It only lasts a moment though before he leans in and captures his lips in the kiss that he's been thinking about since about the second sentence they spoke to one another. It's nothing special-- certainly nothing to write home about but there's just something there that pushes Eddie closer, pushes him to get one of those big hands pushed down on his hip.
A part of him considers that this will probably be ten shades of embarrassing if the elevator were to stop and pick someone up but also he can't bring himself to care. There's something about kissing this guy, it wasn't logically different from kissing his ex-wife or anyone else he has ever kissed but it was just so much better at the same time. )
I'm glad-- ( He says, muttering between kisses. ) I'm glad it's not a problem for you.
[God, he hopes not. Nothing against Julia, but she's the wrong kind of charming brunette with doe eyes and he's got his own flavor to add into the scenario. The elevator lifts and so does his stomach the minute that this guy's lips touch his. He has to brace by pushing his palms tight into the small of his back and saves face by deepening the kiss.
The fact that Eddie can't shut up long enough to really experience the kiss makes him chuckle against the seam of his lips. Holding him straight with a hand that's found purchase in the crook of his neck.]
Your hair is almost curly enough, I think. I like your eyes blue though.
( Not that he can talk for very long with Richie deepening the kiss like he does. Eddie makes a breathy little sound, trying not to fucking whine and instead tightens the grip he has on the other man's biceps. It's the one thing keeping him grounded even when his knees go weak as Richie chuckles against his lips.
It gets his heart racing because, fuck, wow— when was the last time just kissing had made him feel this way? More than that there was the near undeniable familiarity that leaves his heart aching. )
Your clothes are increasingly becoming one for me. ( He murmurs against Richie's lips as the elevator pings and he peels away with a small chuckle and a look up. ) Which honestly sounds dumb as shit but I'm going to blame the alcohol.
( Thankfully once they're in Richie's hotel suite there isn't a lot of words that follow because Eddie finds himself utterly speechless. It's simple, a studio space that allows for a kitchen and sitting space before walking up to a bedroom with floor to ceiling windows looking out over Central Park. )
Holy shit. They just set you up with rooms like this? I've lived here most of my life and I've ever lived near anything green.
I was considering buying a blonde wig and leotard just last week. Might have missed my calling.
[Being a prostitute in this city with all the closeted guys wasn't as much of a joke though. Richie struggled himself with what he liked, who he found attractive, more than most. Eddie's a welcome change, soft in all the right ways and hard in the ways that mattered to Richie.
Sure, his place is pretty nice but he wouldn't spend more than three nights in it. His bag is still half-packed in the corner and while Eddie stands there sweetly impressed by the opulence of a room that didn't cover the residuals Richie unbuttons his shirt and kicks off his shoes.]
I mean, Central Park is only sort of green. Green in some areas. You've lived here for that long, and never been to Central Park?
[It surprised him, mostly because it was common knowledge that it was a hook-up spot for gay men and the repressed. Not that he had ever participated. His exhibitionism was never at expense of himself. Just about everything else was though.]
Yeah, no— I've been there but I never lived near Central Park or had a window overlooking it, you know? I actually go running out there like every morning.
( Eddie shrugs his shoulders as he turns, smiling and moving to slip off his jacket with a hum. Once its set aside he moves back toward Richie with a lot more confidence than he had shown earlier in the evening. Carefully he reaches out letting his hands push Richie's away and take over unbuttoning the man's shirt.
Once again, Eddie can feel the blush high on his cheekbones but moves to cover it by pressing messy, wet kisses to the now exposed skin of Richie's chest. )
[The joke just sort of slips out, in his nature and all while Eddie finishes the buttons on the dress shirt he'd been forced to wear on stage. Not quite his style, but the blazer was, and that had already been abandoned near the door.
While Eddie's got his shirt, Richie takes a minute to appreciate the attractiveness of the guy under the low lights of the bedroom. He's striking in a way that he can't put his finger on, soft pink lips and deep brown eyes caged by thick lashes. Richie wants a whole lot more than some rushed thing, he wants to remember this and so once his shirt is off he leans in for a deeper kiss, slipping his tongue first under the cupid's bow of Eddie's lips to meet him halfway.]
( For what its worth there is a soft chuckle in response to the joke and it further helps Eddie to calm nerves.
Still despite his heart racing his chest and blood rushing in his ears there is a softness as he pushes the dress shirt off Richie's shoulders. He can't help letting his hands linger along his shoulders, enjoying the broadness more than he cares to admit but is finds himself ultimately distracted as Richie leans in for a deeper kiss.
Almost embarrassingly, he can't help the moan that rumbles up out of his throat as he opens himself up for the deeper kiss and meet Richie's tongue with his own as he presses in close. )
[It's not the kind of thing that would usually do him in but that moan that gets lost in his mouth sends a shot of warmth right to his pants. Yeah, this was a good choice, it might've started as light conversation but the more of Eddie he sees the more of him he likes. His hands are softer than they look, and the roughness of his jaw add a nice contrast to that as he purposefully moves them back toward the bed while they kiss.
It's been a while since he's kissed anybody like this, and it feels punch drunk - like some needy desperate teenage fling and not what it was. Exhilarating and rushed, because this fragile thing they were doing could fall apart just as easily as they were coming together.
When he needs to breathe Richie pulls back from Eddie's kiss swollen lips with a smug cock sure grin. It's something, alright, to see this guy who had been all buttoned-up and tense in the bar go from that to this wanton mess in front of him. Enough to get his pants a little tighter. Richie drags a thumb across the length of Eddie's lower lip before he pulls away to help him out of his shirt. The lack of clothes here was a little one-sided, time to even out the score.]
( It isn't a hard move to make and Eddie follows Richie's movements toward the bed without any pushback. Honestly he can't remember a time that just kissing someone has made him feel this way.It feels right and somewhere in the back of his mind there is almost a sense of familiarity that he can't quite place but that ultimately gets him near whimpering against Richie's lips as they break apart.
Another flush of color raises high on his cheeks as his gaze flickers upwards on Richie's face, heavy-lidded and kiss swollen as he presses a slow kiss against the pad of Richie's thumb as it drags across his bottom lip.
He has to hold himself back from chasing after another kiss and instead focus on getting his shirt off. There's a slight shudder but he turns his focus on nudging Richie to sit back on the bed and following after by straddling his hips with another pleasurable sound. )
[It's the color of Eddie's eyes that's familiar for Richie, warm pools of brown that he thought he could get lost in. They looked almost gold in the right light, and he was dying to commit that and every other bit of him to memory. Including the contrast of his freckles against the soft pink hue of his rosy cheeks when he blushed.
The weight of Eddie felt great in his lap, and Richie couldn't deny that or the bulge in his lap that was already on its way to being half-mast. His palms find bare skin and he relishes that and the smoothness there, the definition of his back. He's definitely more built than he looked under the suit. Richie takes a minute to appreciate Eddie's half-naked body and takes advantage of the fact that his nipples and chest being are at face level too. He gives one of them a little nip while his hands get busy with Eddie's belt, time to let their trapped infantrymen out of their tents.]
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In my experience, never make the moves on the HR department. You're cute, but you're still liable. We're all still liable.
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Cute, huh. ( Color him surprised that is the one thing Eddie focuses in on. ) But, no, you're right and like I said: everyone I work with knows her. It would just be weird at best. It would definitely be someone outside of the company.
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That come from personal experience or wishful thinking?
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[Richie still thinks he's on the small side but he's not about to rain on his parade. He smiles, eagerly returning the grin that he's desperate to hide behind the rim of his glass.]
Well, I was one of the performing acts. I'm Richie. [Finally, he extends his hand and the proper introduction, leaning down to crowd his space (intentionally) and make evident just how different the size was between them.] and it might be a little of both.
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Eddie. ( He says lightly, breathlessly as he reaches out to take Richie's hand. Ignoring just how close he was. ) My name, I mean. My name is Eddie.
( And then with a breath and a quick finish of his drink, he finds himself asking: ) You wanna get out of here?
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Eddie was cute. Eddie needed a little break, some relief, and Richie really wanted to help with that. The question comes as a surprise, but the grin the spreads across his face is unavoidable. It's warm, glowing, healthier than it had been when he'd just been talking shit over drinks.]
Hell yeah. Your place? Or mine?
[He had a room at the hotel, but he didn't want to take Eddie out of his comfort zone if he didn't have to.]
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The silence is unnerving for the moment it lasts but then Richie smiles, really smiles, and Eddie is sure that his breath stops for a moment. He finally lets out a shaky sound, face warm with color but smiling. He agreed, he really agreed. )
Yours. ( He says quickly, blinking before smiling shyly. ) I, uh- my new place is pretty bare.
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He grabs his hand in his, not secretive about it at all, and exits the venue through the staff exit with him away from the prying eyes of any coworkers.]
I've got a car. My hotel's just up the block. You sure about this, stud?
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It's around the time that Richie speaks when Eddie looks up again and tucks his phone away. There's a quiet moment before he breaths in, out and squeezes the hand he holds. )
Yeah, um - I'm sure. Are you?
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Never been more sure about anything in my life.
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New York winters are never kind to anyone and he can't help shivering once they make it outside but the walk to Richie's car isn't a long one. He settles into the passenger seat with a sigh and pulls his seat belt on as his gaze once against flickers to Richie. )
I've never done anything like this before. ( He says suddenly, a bit shyly. )
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They knock knees in the car while Richie starts the engine, after an inordinate amount of time fumbling with the key. He's smoother than this, dammit. He knows that he is.
Eddie's voice breaks the silence and the tension that went with it.]
Yeah, it's been a while for me too.
[Not a divorce dry spell while but a month or two without the company of a man. He was still in the closet, most people didn't know. It was a lonely life to live, not belonging to anything in particular.]
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Once more there is a drumming in his chest before he smiles, lopsided and somewhat tender.
He isn't exactly sure what he was expecting of this famous comedian but there's something to be said when he admits that its been awhile for him. There's a quiet moment where Eddie licks his lips before reaching over and letting his hand come to rest along his thigh, perhaps a show of comfort but its hard to tell whether its for Richie or Eddie himself.
What doesn't surprise Eddie is the hotel when they pull up. It's new, very new and very nice. It's nothing close to anything he's ever said in before and he almost gets lost in just taking in the sight of the lobby. Thankfully he stays in Richie's shadow easily and follows him through the lobby, toward the elevators and only breathes again once the doors have closed. )
This is crazy. ( He says finally with a laugh, smiling upwards at his companion and maybe he's crazy too but he leans in though stops short with a blink- )
Can I kiss you? Is that okay?
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[The way that his lips quirk up at the corners makes it clear that it's not a deal-breaker for him. If anything, it's cute, it feels familiar in a far off kind of way. He wants to wrap his palms over his rough face and kiss him soft and slow. Richie wants to taste so much of this guy that he completely forgets the bourbon at the bar.]
Yeah, of course, you can.
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( Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman said that, thanks.
Yet there's another small chuckle and a lopsided smile. At first, Eddie's touch is notably gentle as he cups Richie's face and stares as if trying to understand something that is just out of reach. It only lasts a moment though before he leans in and captures his lips in the kiss that he's been thinking about since about the second sentence they spoke to one another. It's nothing special-- certainly nothing to write home about but there's just something there that pushes Eddie closer, pushes him to get one of those big hands pushed down on his hip.
A part of him considers that this will probably be ten shades of embarrassing if the elevator were to stop and pick someone up but also he can't bring himself to care. There's something about kissing this guy, it wasn't logically different from kissing his ex-wife or anyone else he has ever kissed but it was just so much better at the same time. )
I'm glad-- ( He says, muttering between kisses. ) I'm glad it's not a problem for you.
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[God, he hopes not. Nothing against Julia, but she's the wrong kind of charming brunette with doe eyes and he's got his own flavor to add into the scenario. The elevator lifts and so does his stomach the minute that this guy's lips touch his. He has to brace by pushing his palms tight into the small of his back and saves face by deepening the kiss.
The fact that Eddie can't shut up long enough to really experience the kiss makes him chuckle against the seam of his lips. Holding him straight with a hand that's found purchase in the crook of his neck.]
I've got 99 problems but you're not one.
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( Not that he can talk for very long with Richie deepening the kiss like he does. Eddie makes a breathy little sound, trying not to fucking whine and instead tightens the grip he has on the other man's biceps. It's the one thing keeping him grounded even when his knees go weak as Richie chuckles against his lips.
It gets his heart racing because, fuck, wow— when was the last time just kissing had made him feel this way? More than that there was the near undeniable familiarity that leaves his heart aching. )
Your clothes are increasingly becoming one for me. ( He murmurs against Richie's lips as the elevator pings and he peels away with a small chuckle and a look up. ) Which honestly sounds dumb as shit but I'm going to blame the alcohol.
( Thankfully once they're in Richie's hotel suite there isn't a lot of words that follow because Eddie finds himself utterly speechless. It's simple, a studio space that allows for a kitchen and sitting space before walking up to a bedroom with floor to ceiling windows looking out over Central Park. )
Holy shit. They just set you up with rooms like this? I've lived here most of my life and I've ever lived near anything green.
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[Being a prostitute in this city with all the closeted guys wasn't as much of a joke though. Richie struggled himself with what he liked, who he found attractive, more than most. Eddie's a welcome change, soft in all the right ways and hard in the ways that mattered to Richie.
Sure, his place is pretty nice but he wouldn't spend more than three nights in it. His bag is still half-packed in the corner and while Eddie stands there sweetly impressed by the opulence of a room that didn't cover the residuals Richie unbuttons his shirt and kicks off his shoes.]
I mean, Central Park is only sort of green. Green in some areas. You've lived here for that long, and never been to Central Park?
[It surprised him, mostly because it was common knowledge that it was a hook-up spot for gay men and the repressed. Not that he had ever participated. His exhibitionism was never at expense of himself. Just about everything else was though.]
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( Eddie shrugs his shoulders as he turns, smiling and moving to slip off his jacket with a hum. Once its set aside he moves back toward Richie with a lot more confidence than he had shown earlier in the evening. Carefully he reaches out letting his hands push Richie's away and take over unbuttoning the man's shirt.
Once again, Eddie can feel the blush high on his cheekbones but moves to cover it by pressing messy, wet kisses to the now exposed skin of Richie's chest. )
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[The joke just sort of slips out, in his nature and all while Eddie finishes the buttons on the dress shirt he'd been forced to wear on stage. Not quite his style, but the blazer was, and that had already been abandoned near the door.
While Eddie's got his shirt, Richie takes a minute to appreciate the attractiveness of the guy under the low lights of the bedroom. He's striking in a way that he can't put his finger on, soft pink lips and deep brown eyes caged by thick lashes. Richie wants a whole lot more than some rushed thing, he wants to remember this and so once his shirt is off he leans in for a deeper kiss, slipping his tongue first under the cupid's bow of Eddie's lips to meet him halfway.]
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Still despite his heart racing his chest and blood rushing in his ears there is a softness as he pushes the dress shirt off Richie's shoulders. He can't help letting his hands linger along his shoulders, enjoying the broadness more than he cares to admit but is finds himself ultimately distracted as Richie leans in for a deeper kiss.
Almost embarrassingly, he can't help the moan that rumbles up out of his throat as he opens himself up for the deeper kiss and meet Richie's tongue with his own as he presses in close. )
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It's been a while since he's kissed anybody like this, and it feels punch drunk - like some needy desperate teenage fling and not what it was. Exhilarating and rushed, because this fragile thing they were doing could fall apart just as easily as they were coming together.
When he needs to breathe Richie pulls back from Eddie's kiss swollen lips with a smug cock sure grin. It's something, alright, to see this guy who had been all buttoned-up and tense in the bar go from that to this wanton mess in front of him. Enough to get his pants a little tighter. Richie drags a thumb across the length of Eddie's lower lip before he pulls away to help him out of his shirt. The lack of clothes here was a little one-sided, time to even out the score.]
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Another flush of color raises high on his cheeks as his gaze flickers upwards on Richie's face, heavy-lidded and kiss swollen as he presses a slow kiss against the pad of Richie's thumb as it drags across his bottom lip.
He has to hold himself back from chasing after another kiss and instead focus on getting his shirt off. There's a slight shudder but he turns his focus on nudging Richie to sit back on the bed and following after by straddling his hips with another pleasurable sound. )
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The weight of Eddie felt great in his lap, and Richie couldn't deny that or the bulge in his lap that was already on its way to being half-mast. His palms find bare skin and he relishes that and the smoothness there, the definition of his back. He's definitely more built than he looked under the suit. Richie takes a minute to appreciate Eddie's half-naked body and takes advantage of the fact that his nipples and chest being are at face level too. He gives one of them a little nip while his hands get busy with Eddie's belt, time to let their trapped infantrymen out of their tents.]
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