( between the hand in his hair and the words, it isn't that surprising that richie gets a moan out of him. although eddie is content in the moment there certainly more to the words and, in truth, eddie is getting better at reading them. getting better at loosening that figurative tie around his neck and cutting loose, pushing himself out of his comfort zone and actually taking control.

it's enough to get him sitting up with a huff of hot air, patting down his jacket pocket until he removes the small travel bottle of lube to eagerly coat his fingers. )

Is it bad that I hope someone hears us?

( he's all smiles still, completely and utterly drunk with love in the moment. eddie doesn't leave him waiting long as he positions himself comfortably between richie's legs, crooking both index and middle finger against his entrance and pressing both in at once. )

You know... I'm not going to be able to sit there and just watch you perform knowing the things we did.