(Richie's learned by now that if hubby is ignoring he's text messages it usually isn't a good sign because 9 out of 10 Eddie has hit the level of 1000 percent done.
He's already up and out of bed, obviously. Their bed stripped of all bedding due to Richie's not so little mess. He peeps his head out the bedroom, dressed in a clean pair of boxers.
Spider-Man baby!)
Fast or slow? Will they be able to identify my body after? Gotta make it good for the ID channel. (His arms move to curl around Eddie's waist, enough to pull him closer as an attempt to ease him out of the trouble he's in.
He hums against the kiss though, tongue flicking to brush against Eddie's lower lip.) Mmm, care to hate me while riding my dick?
(He will straight up fucking pout, don't think he won't!!!!)
Maybe you should stop wearing these shorts and I wouldn't have this problem?
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He's already up and out of bed, obviously. Their bed stripped of all bedding due to Richie's not so little mess. He peeps his head out the bedroom, dressed in a clean pair of boxers.
Spider-Man baby!)
Fast or slow? Will they be able to identify my body after? Gotta make it good for the ID channel. (His arms move to curl around Eddie's waist, enough to pull him closer as an attempt to ease him out of the trouble he's in.
He hums against the kiss though, tongue flicking to brush against Eddie's lower lip.) Mmm, care to hate me while riding my dick?
(He will straight up fucking pout, don't think he won't!!!!)
Maybe you should stop wearing these shorts and I wouldn't have this problem?