I'd rather suffocate by you smothering me with your thighs while sitting on my face. Just a suggestion.

(He has a natural talent of using his mouth to not only get himself in trouble but out of it as well. His lips trail down Eddie's cheek bone and linger along the soft skin of his neck.

Eddie should know by now that Richie gets needy in the morning, he's needy all the time.)

I'm still gonna suggest the kitchen table. We can even have breakfast after. (He wiggled his eyebrows playfully, hands finally squeezing those perfect cheeks.)

Stop looking so sexy in these damn shorts. (They could argue about this all morning.) Or be here to swallow it all down.