[The flush of color to Richie's cheeks has nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with the growing interest in his dick. It's never gone this far before and sure they've messed around, but nothing close to this.

Richie's thankful that he's not panicking or getting nauseous for a change, the unknown always gave him the jitters but this was more than that. This was excitement and thrill, a desire to satiate him but a total lack of experience to pull it off.

Eddie's hands at his pants pulls Richie out of his head, and he leans in for another deep kiss, this one with tongue, and cups his palm over Eddie's cheek reassuringly.]

You have permission to cover my mouth, hot-shot. I'd hate to have to run out of here in the middle of such an important moment.