[Richie languishes in the kiss longer than he should, taking the time to map out the shape of his lips and the softness of them like a man spent starving for affection. It's only when his heart starts hammering around in his head that he finds the nerve to pull back, his eyes heavy-lidded with want. It had been some time, and he never stopped thinking about it- dreaming about it, even long before Eddie showed up on his doorstep.]
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What now?