(Richie can have Eddie sitting on his face in seconds, if anything to shut him up. He ignores any topic about the washer, he's too occupied with leaving wet, hot kisses on any bit of skin his mouth comes across.
His hands continue to hold those perfect cheeks within his hands, palming them like dough as his middle finger traces along the crack. One swift twist and he can press right in those perfectly tight walls. )
I'm going to fucking rip them off you one morning, Eds. I fucking swear. (He mutters but Eddie's hand petting along his already hard cock has him going silent besides the noise of him humming in content.)
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His hands continue to hold those perfect cheeks within his hands, palming them like dough as his middle finger traces along the crack. One swift twist and he can press right in those perfectly tight walls. )
I'm going to fucking rip them off you one morning, Eds. I fucking swear. (He mutters but Eddie's hand petting along his already hard cock has him going silent besides the noise of him humming in content.)
Yeah? How?