( he licks his lips, fingers combing through his own hair and trying to keep a sense of self while richie was doing so well at utterly destroying it. heaving in a breath of air, he tries rolling his hips again and working to meet the movements of richie's hand. god, he could get off on this alone but he has to hold back when he wanted so much more. )
Because of you, all because of you. I wanna feel you so bad, Rich.
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Because of you, all because of you. I wanna feel you so bad, Rich.