No shit, dumbass. I usually don't have a fucked up leg though. I don't wanna have to stop because the pain gets to me, you know? So we gotta take it slow until I find a position that doesn't hurt.

( It's said low, pleasure bleeding through his words as Richie pressing their hips together. In response, Eddie can't help rutting back up against him in some desperate attempt for something because, yeah, he's a horny teen that hasn't seen his boyfriend in a month— can you blame him? Thankfully, Richie gets the point because all those awards for good grades have to count for something at school.

And thankfully (thankfully) Eddie had taken the time to prep himself in the shower before Richie arrived earlier. It makes everything easier since he has no fucking patience as he shifts, pushing Richie by his shoulder to the bed and straddling his hips. He isn't sure how long he's going to be able to keep this up but— )

Ah— fuck, Rich— ( He hisses low, eyes squeezed shut as the blunt head of his boyfriend's cock presses past his rim. Despite his neediness, he takes it easy; rocking up and then down to take more of him until he's fully seated in Richie's lap near drunk on just the feeling of his cock stretching him alone. ) I'm never going a month without you again.

( His voice shake, wobbles a little but he doesn't let it linger before he's pulling up, near all the way off before sliding back down with a rock of his hips. )

You always feel so fucking perfect Rich.