( It's an awkward angle, to say the least. No matter which way Eddie moves, it shifts Richie inside him and edges a moan up in his throat that he has to quickly cover up by biting his tongue.
Carefully he reaches out, pulling Richie close and trying to match their breathing together. God, fuck this guy. He's moving about at his fucking leisure while talking on his phone, saying this and that but Eddie can't hear anything over the sound of blood drumming in his ears.
Finally, finally the door opens, closes and Eddie groans outload. )
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Carefully he reaches out, pulling Richie close and trying to match their breathing together. God, fuck this guy. He's moving about at his fucking leisure while talking on his phone, saying this and that but Eddie can't hear anything over the sound of blood drumming in his ears.
Finally, finally the door opens, closes and Eddie groans outload. )
Move, move— I'm so fucking close, Rich.