You're such an asshole, I swear. I can't believe I agreed to marry―

( But then Richie kneeling down against the floor, spreading him open and immediately laving his tongue against his hole. He groans deep in his chest, pressing his forehead against the cool tile as Richie continues to work him over in a way that Eddie knows will end with him weak in the knees and barely able to stand.

He chokes out a sound, squeezing at the base of his cock to starve off the immediate want to paint the stall walls. )

Richie, fuck. I hate how gifted you are with that fucking mouth of yours.