( He can't help (and doesn't want to help) the soft pleasurable sound that escapes him as they kiss. Eddie also can't help how he holds onto Richie like a fucking lifeline because, goddamn, he wants to climb him like a fucking tree but he manages to quell that particular fucking urge.
Instead he focuses in on Richie's features as he breaks away, breathing near panting but concerned at the choked out sob that escapes the other man. He doesn't get the chance to ask or speak because Richie is kissing him again, gasping into the kiss and once again gripping at Rich's shirt almost in desperation. )
Richie― ( Eddie can't help but reach up and cup his face, brushing tears away with his thumb before ultimately leaning in to press soft kisses against his skin. ) Yeah? I gotta say that twelve-year-old is equally screaming curses right now over my luck.
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Instead he focuses in on Richie's features as he breaks away, breathing near panting but concerned at the choked out sob that escapes the other man. He doesn't get the chance to ask or speak because Richie is kissing him again, gasping into the kiss and once again gripping at Rich's shirt almost in desperation. )
Richie― ( Eddie can't help but reach up and cup his face, brushing tears away with his thumb before ultimately leaning in to press soft kisses against his skin. ) Yeah? I gotta say that twelve-year-old is equally screaming curses right now over my luck.