( 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.]
( Much like Richie it is the color of Richie's eyes that draw Eddie in more than he cares to admit. It brings back a rush of feelings that he swears could be the foundation of memories just out of reach but ultimately nothing that he can find any real truth in. Instead he covers up the stirring of strange familiarity but losing himself in the feel of Richie's warm hands on his skin.
Once again, a strangled sound escapes him and he shudders out another soft moan. It is hard to think straight but he manages to tilt his head down, breathing hard and reaching for Richie's own pants. Although he hates the idea of moving, lost in the feeling of their hips rutting together but he wants just so much more that he's quick to shakily get back on his feet in order to shove his pants down his hips. )
It's so fucking crazy— ( He says with a heavy breath of air, wetting his lips. ) It's crazy how fucking good you make me feel.
[Eddie's the most passionate and thrilling partner he's had in his entire life. The way he reacts to everything like it's the first time does him in and makes him crazy. It's a little rushed on his side of things so Richie takes a minute to really appreciate Eddie as he strips down. His dick pops free, pink, and perfect, and Richie is reminded by the spring of his own manhood to remove his pants too. That's a little easier to come by while he's sitting down on the edge of the bed.]
( It honestly feels like everything is fresh and new with every brush of Richie's hands on his body. Eddie can't remember ever feeling like this with someone— its overwhelming in the best of ways and it leaves him dizzy with want. It skyrockets through the fucking roof once his partner gets his own pants off that he swears his dick fucking twitches and a pearl of precum slide down the length of him.
There's another flush of color that raises high on his cheeks as Richie speaks. Usually he'd be fucking against being called 'cute' but there's something about him saying it that gets Eddie's blood on fire.
He almost fucking stumbles to get back to Richie and he slides back easily into his lap before coming together in a needed, heated kiss as their cocks rub together. )
[Fresh, new, and totally overwhelming. Richie's had his share of hookups in the past, sloppy and rushed. Drunk and addled. He's mostly sober for this one and grateful for it because he can commit it to memory. Everything about this guy, Eddie, and the way he wants it so badly is enough to do him and the slick slide of something more than sweat has him desperate for it.]
That good, huh? [Richie's eager to please and once he pulls away from the kiss he moves his lips to his neck to leave a small constellation of bruises for Eddie to remember him by.] Tell me how you want it.
( Even before his marriage, Eddie can't remember really feeling like this with any of the people he had hooked up with in college or the brief moments of time afterwards before his marriage. Usually he considers himself grounded and some would even say tight-laced but every moment spent with Richie seems to be showing cracks in the armor he wasn't aware he had been wearing.
The question gets his focus back in the moment, Eddie flushed hot and near shaking but nodding eagerly. )
I don't think I've been this hard in my fucking life. ( He says hotly, near slurring and falling apart just from the feeling of Richie's mouth marking up his neck. ) I want you to fuck me into this mattress. I don't wanna think about anything but you.
[That's a mouthful but it makes him just as eager to please and Richie licks into his mouth in kind. Better that they fuck on this bed than anywhere else, age wasn't on their side anymore, but Eddie made him feel like a kid again and part of him wanted to rise to the challenge and make sure that he'd remember him.]
You're so hot. [And it was true too, Richie takes a minute between kissing to bury his face in Eddie's neck so that he can leave a decent bruise. It's quick, leaves his hair in disarray, and his glasses cockeyed but it's hard not to rush a little when a guy is begging to be fucked silly.] How could I say no?
[So, it's a yes - and Richie reaches out and grabs a handful of Eddie just to follow it up with a light nip against the bruise he'd just left. It's hard not to give an experimental roll of his hips for the friction, but he reigns it in as much as humanely possible.] Jesus. Well, for us to do that I need you to get comfortable first. By the time I'm through, I'll make sure all you ever want is for me to be inside of you.
( It is a fucking mouthful and Eddie can't help the dark flush of color that appears high on his cheeks as the words spill out like they do. He's never been so fucking needy and desperate but there is just something about this guy that sets his fucking blood on fire that goes beyond the dry spell that was his loveless marriage. In fact he just can't help whimpering at the words directed at him which only grows in volume as Richie buries his face against his neck, bruising him and leaving Eddie absolutely dizzy. )
Thank fuck. ( He says, voice shot and pointedly ignoring just how fucking wet that he is over this. ) I never wanted something so bad.
( He knows how fucking desperate that he sounds, wanton and strung out on lust. He leans in as Richie roll his hips, Eddie not so much kissing him but just enjoying the the simple fact that they're sharing air as they breathe. Again, Eddie whimpers and whines high in his throat as his fingers pull at Richie's hair. )
Fuck, fuck. Yeah, okay. Just let me... ( And as much as he hates it, Eddie has to shift off of Richie's lap and settle more properly on the bed although he's quick to draw Richie toward him with a grin. ) You better not me lying to me, Trashmouth.
[If Eddie wants it this bad it pales in comparison to what Richie's thinking, watching him begging for it. He pulls the lube out of the drawer in the nightstand and pushes his knees into the mattress to really enjoy being with him. He doesn't want to slow down, he wants to fuck Eddie until he's begging him to stop and he wants to do it without mercy, but he's not about to go in raw and without prep. He doesn't want anyone to know what that feels like, so slowing down's just a precursor to the main event.
His lips find Eddie's while he slicks himself up, and with a hand still covered in lube, slides a warm moist finger down one of Eddie's thighs, feeling a lot better about what they were about to do when his stage name comes rolling out of his mouth.] I mean, I am past my prime. That's for damn sure. [Thirty-eight wasn't anything to laugh at, as a kid he thought it was the end of everything, and now with aching joints and needing melatonin to sleep he figures he's only half right.
His lips curl up into a smirk as he slips his first finger in, slow at first and then up to the knuckle so he can get used to it.] But I'm a comedian, not a liar. We just stretch the truth. [It's not like his set had anything to do with being gay, and it was low-brow blue-collar humor targeted at a certain demographic. Richie doesn't want to go too fast, looking at Eddie now, he knows he wants to spend as much time as possible with him before he has to fly out in the morning. Fucking him until the sun comes up.]
( He breathes out a shuddered sound as Richie comes over to him as their lips find one another and Eddie swears his toes curl on the bedspread from the thoughts of what's to come. Caught up in mouthing hot kisses against Richie's lips, he can't help but jump slightly as his slick hand touches his thigh but immediately settles back with a chuckle. )
I mean, yeah but so am I. ( He murmurs, sucking Richie's lip between his teeth. ) But, I don't know— you make me feel like a teenager again.
( He laughs again with almost a blushful look on his features. It's hard to deny the warmth that is spreading through his veins once again not just from the wants but that familiarity burning in the back of his brain. There is almost a comfort to just having Richie close to him like this and he can't help looking up at his partner with warm eyes, sucking in a breath and curling in close as his finger presses in. )
Good thing I'm used to figuring out the risks then, yeah? I'm assessing this fucking risk and you're more than worth it.
I thought it was just me. [The teenager thing, Richie hasn't felt this young and full of life in years. He's been wearing the weight of the world for as long as he could remember, and then some doe-eyed tax-freak showed up and derailed that cynicism. He's built too. There's no reason that a guy that does what Eddie does for a living should be so yolked and somehow he is. It's enough to make Richie's mouth water as he pushes a finger in, occupying his mouth with a little bit just under his clavicle.] I fucking hope so, Eds. You're making me crazy.
It's just... it feels different with you. ( He breathes out, panting but flushed a deep shade of red that stands out even in the low light of the bedroom. ) Not a bad thing but familiar. I feel comfortable, honestly, more than anything.
( He'll blame it on the drinks later and, in a bid to shut himself up, he buries his face against Richie's neck and sucks a deep purple-blue bruise onto his neck. Eddie's own little reminder for when they part ways in the morning and ultimately forget each other. It brings up a shudder through him because he doesn't want to forget and— )
Fuck. You're making me crazy too. ( He says rocking his hips against Richie's hand. ) Come on, I wanna— I really wanna feel you.
I don't want you to be comfortable, I want you screaming my name.
[It's a joke, but it makes his stomach curl in betrayal and he's glad when Eddie brings him back to reality with the plea. He's never been with someone so eager to get with him and he takes a casual moment to slip a condom on while stealing a kiss to ground him. Yeah, he wasn't going to want to leave New York after this. After the show cocktails turned into something he didn't anticipate and Richie knows he's going to be dreaming about Eddie for a while.
It's not long after the oddly sweet kiss that he dips his hips forward and pushes himself up against Eddie's entrance. He's slow about pushing in, leaving room for him to get used to the feeling. He's not huge but he's not small either, well above average with the extra force of his body as the driving force. It wasn't something you could just go all in with.]
Okay, hard ass. ( He says with an amused snort. ) I can still be comfortably screaming your name, you know.
( It's all said with a grin as if joking around just came naturally for him with Richie. It causes another wave of familiarity to wash over him but Eddie ultimately puts it on the backburner in favor of losing himself in the kiss that Rich gives him. His thoughts, unsurprisingly, are not far off from Richie's own and he finds himself hating the idea of this just being a one-time thing.
He sighs, relaxing as Richie presses in— the blunt head of the other's cock pressing in causing him to gasp but quickly finding it melting into a more pleasurable sound as he continues inch by inch. All Eddie can really accomplish in the moment is getting his knees up, digging them into Richie's side and pressing their foreheads together.
It takes time, a fact that almost annoys Eddie but eventually he feels Richie hilted all the way inside him and that feeling alone rips another groan out of him. )
Jesus, fuck— you feel so good. ( He says, busily pressing open mouthed kisses against his partner's jawline, chin and along his throat. )
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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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Once again, a strangled sound escapes him and he shudders out another soft moan. It is hard to think straight but he manages to tilt his head down, breathing hard and reaching for Richie's own pants. Although he hates the idea of moving, lost in the feeling of their hips rutting together but he wants just so much more that he's quick to shakily get back on his feet in order to shove his pants down his hips. )
It's so fucking crazy— ( He says with a heavy breath of air, wetting his lips. ) It's crazy how fucking good you make me feel.
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God, you're fucking cute. Come here.
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There's another flush of color that raises high on his cheeks as Richie speaks. Usually he'd be fucking against being called 'cute' but there's something about him saying it that gets Eddie's blood on fire.
He almost fucking stumbles to get back to Richie and he slides back easily into his lap before coming together in a needed, heated kiss as their cocks rub together. )
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That good, huh? [Richie's eager to please and once he pulls away from the kiss he moves his lips to his neck to leave a small constellation of bruises for Eddie to remember him by.] Tell me how you want it.
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The question gets his focus back in the moment, Eddie flushed hot and near shaking but nodding eagerly. )
I don't think I've been this hard in my fucking life. ( He says hotly, near slurring and falling apart just from the feeling of Richie's mouth marking up his neck. ) I want you to fuck me into this mattress. I don't wanna think about anything but you.
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You're so hot. [And it was true too, Richie takes a minute between kissing to bury his face in Eddie's neck so that he can leave a decent bruise. It's quick, leaves his hair in disarray, and his glasses cockeyed but it's hard not to rush a little when a guy is begging to be fucked silly.] How could I say no?
[So, it's a yes - and Richie reaches out and grabs a handful of Eddie just to follow it up with a light nip against the bruise he'd just left. It's hard not to give an experimental roll of his hips for the friction, but he reigns it in as much as humanely possible.] Jesus. Well, for us to do that I need you to get comfortable first. By the time I'm through, I'll make sure all you ever want is for me to be inside of you.
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Thank fuck. ( He says, voice shot and pointedly ignoring just how fucking wet that he is over this. ) I never wanted something so bad.
( He knows how fucking desperate that he sounds, wanton and strung out on lust. He leans in as Richie roll his hips, Eddie not so much kissing him but just enjoying the the simple fact that they're sharing air as they breathe. Again, Eddie whimpers and whines high in his throat as his fingers pull at Richie's hair. )
Fuck, fuck. Yeah, okay. Just let me... ( And as much as he hates it, Eddie has to shift off of Richie's lap and settle more properly on the bed although he's quick to draw Richie toward him with a grin. ) You better not me lying to me, Trashmouth.
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His lips find Eddie's while he slicks himself up, and with a hand still covered in lube, slides a warm moist finger down one of Eddie's thighs, feeling a lot better about what they were about to do when his stage name comes rolling out of his mouth.] I mean, I am past my prime. That's for damn sure. [Thirty-eight wasn't anything to laugh at, as a kid he thought it was the end of everything, and now with aching joints and needing melatonin to sleep he figures he's only half right.
His lips curl up into a smirk as he slips his first finger in, slow at first and then up to the knuckle so he can get used to it.] But I'm a comedian, not a liar. We just stretch the truth. [It's not like his set had anything to do with being gay, and it was low-brow blue-collar humor targeted at a certain demographic. Richie doesn't want to go too fast, looking at Eddie now, he knows he wants to spend as much time as possible with him before he has to fly out in the morning. Fucking him until the sun comes up.]
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I mean, yeah but so am I. ( He murmurs, sucking Richie's lip between his teeth. ) But, I don't know— you make me feel like a teenager again.
( He laughs again with almost a blushful look on his features. It's hard to deny the warmth that is spreading through his veins once again not just from the wants but that familiarity burning in the back of his brain. There is almost a comfort to just having Richie close to him like this and he can't help looking up at his partner with warm eyes, sucking in a breath and curling in close as his finger presses in. )
Good thing I'm used to figuring out the risks then, yeah? I'm assessing this fucking risk and you're more than worth it.
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( He'll blame it on the drinks later and, in a bid to shut himself up, he buries his face against Richie's neck and sucks a deep purple-blue bruise onto his neck. Eddie's own little reminder for when they part ways in the morning and ultimately forget each other. It brings up a shudder through him because he doesn't want to forget and— )
Fuck. You're making me crazy too. ( He says rocking his hips against Richie's hand. ) Come on, I wanna— I really wanna feel you.
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[It's a joke, but it makes his stomach curl in betrayal and he's glad when Eddie brings him back to reality with the plea. He's never been with someone so eager to get with him and he takes a casual moment to slip a condom on while stealing a kiss to ground him. Yeah, he wasn't going to want to leave New York after this. After the show cocktails turned into something he didn't anticipate and Richie knows he's going to be dreaming about Eddie for a while.
It's not long after the oddly sweet kiss that he dips his hips forward and pushes himself up against Eddie's entrance. He's slow about pushing in, leaving room for him to get used to the feeling. He's not huge but he's not small either, well above average with the extra force of his body as the driving force. It wasn't something you could just go all in with.]
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( It's all said with a grin as if joking around just came naturally for him with Richie. It causes another wave of familiarity to wash over him but Eddie ultimately puts it on the backburner in favor of losing himself in the kiss that Rich gives him. His thoughts, unsurprisingly, are not far off from Richie's own and he finds himself hating the idea of this just being a one-time thing.
He sighs, relaxing as Richie presses in— the blunt head of the other's cock pressing in causing him to gasp but quickly finding it melting into a more pleasurable sound as he continues inch by inch. All Eddie can really accomplish in the moment is getting his knees up, digging them into Richie's side and pressing their foreheads together.
It takes time, a fact that almost annoys Eddie but eventually he feels Richie hilted all the way inside him and that feeling alone rips another groan out of him. )
Jesus, fuck— you feel so good. ( He says, busily pressing open mouthed kisses against his partner's jawline, chin and along his throat. )
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