❪ there's probably a lot they should be focusing on besides making out like this. everyone is still downstairs though, to be honest, they had all been drinking and talking shit so it wasn't like they were missing much. it's harder still to ignore all these feelings and emotions crashing back after twenty years.
he still feels like that kid standing at the end of his driveway watching rich drive away, partly sad for what they'll (what they had) missed together but hopeful for something better. they can't leave, no matter how much his body screams because he can't risk losing this again. he can't risk losing stan, the others and especially rich again.
the flash of concern on the other's expression earns him a small smile and he chuckles as richie leans in to kiss him again. he readily returns it, hands splaying out across his waist and wasting no time following the gentle pulls to the bed.
they lay together in bed a lot, he notices. not that eddie minds. they kiss, hold hands and spend a lot of time exploring one another which eddie can never get enough of. he loves the feel of richie's body under his hands and loves the reactions he can get out of rich when his hands dip over sensitive spots.
it's such an incredible feeling. he's never felt this way about someone and he doubts he ever will again. richie is literally everything, he finds and maybe that's unfair but he can't bring himself to even humor the idea of what if they weren't together one day. he's so in love that it makes him dizzy but—
but he's more than willing to fall down as long as rich is there. ❫
I love you, I love you so much. ❪ he repeats himself as if trying to make up for ever missed opportunity over these last two decades. ❫ I'm never going to stop loving you.
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he still feels like that kid standing at the end of his driveway watching rich drive away, partly sad for what they'll (what they had) missed together but hopeful for something better. they can't leave, no matter how much his body screams because he can't risk losing this again. he can't risk losing stan, the others and especially rich again.
the flash of concern on the other's expression earns him a small smile and he chuckles as richie leans in to kiss him again. he readily returns it, hands splaying out across his waist and wasting no time following the gentle pulls to the bed.
they lay together in bed a lot, he notices. not that eddie minds. they kiss, hold hands and spend a lot of time exploring one another which eddie can never get enough of. he loves the feel of richie's body under his hands and loves the reactions he can get out of rich when his hands dip over sensitive spots.
it's such an incredible feeling. he's never felt this way about someone and he doubts he ever will again. richie is literally everything, he finds and maybe that's unfair but he can't bring himself to even humor the idea of what if they weren't together one day. he's so in love that it makes him dizzy but—
but he's more than willing to fall down as long as rich is there. ❫
I love you, I love you so much. ❪ he repeats himself as if trying to make up for ever missed opportunity over these last two decades. ❫ I'm never going to stop loving you.