[If Richie were like any other teenage boy in America he'd already have his fingers lubed up and lost in the motion of seeing Eddie come apart. Eddie just wasn't some high school sweetheart for him though, he was the beginning and the end of everything. Nobody else mattered and nobody else ever would. He had entertained the idea of running away with him so many times, leaving Derry in the dust but they had no way to do that yet without being pursued or worse so he's had to take his time. It's made him more patient overall, especially like this - he wants to drink in every moment and keep it for later when he's lonesome.
Totally naked with Eddie on the bed now, it's easy to see what he's doing to Eddie and for Eddie to see what he's doing to him. He's thick with want, his lips reddened and kiss-swollen and after chasing his tongue and his soft mouth until he was breathless he has to focus on something different, on what they were actually doing here and he moves forward with renewed purpose pushing a single finger inside of Eddie after lubing his hand up. Richie falls back onto his haunches to watch him react.]
Tell me what you like. I want it to feel good for you.
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Totally naked with Eddie on the bed now, it's easy to see what he's doing to Eddie and for Eddie to see what he's doing to him. He's thick with want, his lips reddened and kiss-swollen and after chasing his tongue and his soft mouth until he was breathless he has to focus on something different, on what they were actually doing here and he moves forward with renewed purpose pushing a single finger inside of Eddie after lubing his hand up. Richie falls back onto his haunches to watch him react.]
Tell me what you like. I want it to feel good for you.