[The eagerness in Eddie's hips and the pink hue to his cheeks are both hot as hell. A huge distraction for Richie, who had been lost to his hormones the minute they crawled into bed together. The window is still open, a soft warm breeze filtered in like clockwork every few minutes and pushed up the drapes that Eddie hung himself last year.
It's easier to kiss, to chase his lips and the sensation that they provide. Urgency and thrill were synchronized and apprehension dissipates the moment Eddie's quivering hands push his pants from his hips. He's still gangly, chicken legs, and too soft skin for a teenage boy growing up in Derry, but he's half-hard the tent in his underwear obvious enough from feeling alone that Richie won't waste his time sparing himself a glance. Too nervous.]
You won't gasp half as much if I can your mouth busy.
[Eddie lived in a nice house but the walls were thin, and Richie couldn't promise that he'd be able to keep his own noise down. Kissing him seemed like the best way to facilitate that, so they don't wake up the Kraken.]
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It's easier to kiss, to chase his lips and the sensation that they provide. Urgency and thrill were synchronized and apprehension dissipates the moment Eddie's quivering hands push his pants from his hips. He's still gangly, chicken legs, and too soft skin for a teenage boy growing up in Derry, but he's half-hard the tent in his underwear obvious enough from feeling alone that Richie won't waste his time sparing himself a glance. Too nervous.]
You won't gasp half as much if I can your mouth busy.
[Eddie lived in a nice house but the walls were thin, and Richie couldn't promise that he'd be able to keep his own noise down. Kissing him seemed like the best way to facilitate that, so they don't wake up the Kraken.]