( Frankly― Eddie tries to keep his mother out of his thoughts always. It helps, he finds, to not even consider her in his day-to-day because just the thought alone threatens to undo what he managed to do in the short time since getting back the memories Pennywise took away. His therapist says its part of managing his CPTSD from the abuse though, honestly, he tries to avoid thinking about a lot of things during sex.

Not that he has a lot of room for any extra thoughts when Richie is doing such a fucking good job of keeping him singularly honed in on how good he feels. It still throws him for a loop because he had no idea that sex could be this good but since getting together with Richie; he's been proven wrong and shown he's been wrong on a great many things.

Kicking his leg back, he presses his foot against the stall door for support and fights to control his breathing. Eddie doesn't think its working, breath coming out in rapid fire pants and moaning high in his throat every time Richie thrusts back in. )

Because of you― hah, ah― all because of you. You make me feel fucking insane, Richie.

( He whines again, nails scratching at Richie's neck and scalp where he holds on to try and ground himself. )

Don't― don't mark me up too much. I got an important meeting on Monday, dickwad.