Smirking, Richie shrugs. "Whatever helps you sleep at night, little guy," he teases. It never ceases to amuse him when Eds gets himself all bent out of shape over Richie picking on his height. He can spout off about it being average all he wants, but the more defensive he gets when Richie tries to suggest that it isn't, the less Richie is inclined to believe those assertions and the more fun it becomes to continue to poke that bear.
His mouth opens to respond with another almost definitely predictable sex joke, but Eddie decides he doesn't want Richie's input, so the taller man snorts his amusement and refrains. This time, anyway.
"Hey!" he protests when Eddie takes the mug again and, even worse, finishes the last of it. "I wasn't done with that, you little shit, you better make more," he calls after him before belatedly following the other man to the kitchen.
Honestly, Richie could watch Eddie's silent contemplations forever and never get bored. There's just something about the strong line of Eddie's jaw when it's relaxed and the way those lines in his forehead smooth out when he's not perpetually stressed about something because he's just passively observing whatever's in front of him. After a moment of just standing back and watching Eddie's profile from afar, Richie moves to join him, stepping up behind him and enveloping him in his arms, pressing his chest against Eddie's back before dipping his head to press a kiss to the crook where Eddie's neck meets his shoulder.
"Why would that be bad?" he asks. "I think that sounds like a pretty legit way to spend the rest of the morning. It's too fucking early to be up and around, anyway. I don't even know how I'm still awake, if I'm honest."
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His mouth opens to respond with another almost definitely predictable sex joke, but Eddie decides he doesn't want Richie's input, so the taller man snorts his amusement and refrains. This time, anyway.
"Hey!" he protests when Eddie takes the mug again and, even worse, finishes the last of it. "I wasn't done with that, you little shit, you better make more," he calls after him before belatedly following the other man to the kitchen.
Honestly, Richie could watch Eddie's silent contemplations forever and never get bored. There's just something about the strong line of Eddie's jaw when it's relaxed and the way those lines in his forehead smooth out when he's not perpetually stressed about something because he's just passively observing whatever's in front of him. After a moment of just standing back and watching Eddie's profile from afar, Richie moves to join him, stepping up behind him and enveloping him in his arms, pressing his chest against Eddie's back before dipping his head to press a kiss to the crook where Eddie's neck meets his shoulder.
"Why would that be bad?" he asks. "I think that sounds like a pretty legit way to spend the rest of the morning. It's too fucking early to be up and around, anyway. I don't even know how I'm still awake, if I'm honest."