( Richie probably isn't wrong with that line of thought. Eddie could probably be easily bullied into sitting on his dumb face because (let's be real) he fucking loves it and loves the feeling of Richie underneath him. It's something to consider for later because Richie had got all the more needy and horny since he started working from home because of quarantine.
He breathes out a groan as Richie continues to leave wet, hot kisses on his skin and his hands continue to squeeze at his backside. Despite the distraction, Eddie continues walking backwards through their hall and toward the kitchen. Once they make it there he turns them and nudges Richie toward the countertop. )
Don't you fucking dare ruin my shorts, you asshole.
( He licks at Richie's lips before tugging at his boxers and getting his cock spring free. It's with another kiss that he slips onto his knees leaning in to kiss the flushed head of Richie's cock, dragging his tongue from base to tip before enveloping the head with a gentle suck. )
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He breathes out a groan as Richie continues to leave wet, hot kisses on his skin and his hands continue to squeeze at his backside. Despite the distraction, Eddie continues walking backwards through their hall and toward the kitchen. Once they make it there he turns them and nudges Richie toward the countertop. )
Don't you fucking dare ruin my shorts, you asshole.
( He licks at Richie's lips before tugging at his boxers and getting his cock spring free. It's with another kiss that he slips onto his knees leaning in to kiss the flushed head of Richie's cock, dragging his tongue from base to tip before enveloping the head with a gentle suck. )