( he breathes out a choked sound close to a sob as richie responds in kind, unable to help himself. it's all too much. everything is oversensitive and that is to say nothing of how fucking alive he feels the moment that richie decides to move. it's slow, drawn-out and eddie can only hang on as he slowly begins to set a pace that threatens to drive him wild.
and, yeah, the idea of being quiet is quickly going out the window with each swing of richie's hips. he's lost in little moans, aching ― ah, ah, ahs ― as his nails dig into the skin of Rich's shoulders. )
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and, yeah, the idea of being quiet is quickly going out the window with each swing of richie's hips. he's lost in little moans, aching ― ah, ah, ahs ― as his nails dig into the skin of Rich's shoulders. )
Fe―feels good, so good. I'm gonna lose it.