❪ there's nothing else in the moment that matters except for richie. much like the other, eddie is a mess of emotions and flushed skin. he has to bury his face against richie's shoulder as not to be any louder than he already was as he breathes rapidly and feels the heat building inside him.
it doesn't take much more than watching richie spill over the edge that eddie is following too. his teeth scrap at his shoulder, fingers clutching almost desperately and toes curling against his bedspread. all he can do is breathe shakily in the aftermath and hold richie close. he lays back and tries to catch his breath as the lay in the silence of the aftermath, only blinking and tilting his head when he hears his name. ❫
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it doesn't take much more than watching richie spill over the edge that eddie is following too. his teeth scrap at his shoulder, fingers clutching almost desperately and toes curling against his bedspread. all he can do is breathe shakily in the aftermath and hold richie close. he lays back and tries to catch his breath as the lay in the silence of the aftermath, only blinking and tilting his head when he hears his name. ❫
Yeah, Rich?