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trashmouth if you're nasty. ([personal profile] sloppybitch) wrote in [personal profile] respirations 2019-10-31 07:21 pm (UTC)

[Somewhere in the maelstrom of wild hips and gagging on Eddie's sheer size he's coherent enough to hear what Eddie just said. It hadn't been in his plans, to just fuck him on the bed, he'd wanted to draw it out but he's never been able to say no to Eddie. It's hardly a problem if Eddie wants to spill over twice, so he pulls back and wipes his mouth.

It's late, the only sounds around them are the ocean's ebb and flow and whatever sounds they've been making themselves. Richie finds Eddie's form easily, and occupies the space behind him in the bed comfortably, his own arousal pushing into the soft skin of Eddie's back.

Richie always knew he'd loved him, knew it from the minute he'd walked into The Jade. If he hadn't been so nervous, to begin with, he might've attributed some of the nausea and the worry to going back to Maine on that- on the unrequited love he'd left behind but it wasn't unrequited. Eddie was right here, he was kissing his shoulders and neck, meeting his lips with sweet delicate touches. It's like they'd never been apart, and they had to go through hell to get here but he wouldn't trade it for anything. Bringing the ring had been the right choice, and he's overwhelmed with how much he's feeling right now. The sprinkle of kissing, it's helping him catch his breath, and the delay - it's only so that whatever they do next can be more thorough. It gives Eddie time to reign himself back in.]

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