Yeah, well... can you blame me? I always want you.
❪ he says it with the smallest hint of a smile on his face but it's hard to keep up when his body is so busy near screaming out for more. all he can do is rock his body in time with how rich moves his fingers and try to keep some semblance of sense about him as he busily tries to blink the flashes of white out of his eyes.
he doesn't get much of a chance because already richie is moving, pressing in and it's white-hot but amazing. eddie finds he can't help (doesn't want to help) the sound that bubbles up in his throat as pleasure bleeds through his voice, gripping harder at the sheets under them and back arching in pleasure.
much like rich, it was hard for eddie not to just let the other man do just that. he'd love nothing more than to be pressed against this mattress and fucked senseless but there's also this piece of him that wants this to last. it's still a question of who will win out but he is sure of one thing: ❫
Fu-fuck. And you always feel so fucking perfect, Rich.
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❪ he says it with the smallest hint of a smile on his face but it's hard to keep up when his body is so busy near screaming out for more. all he can do is rock his body in time with how rich moves his fingers and try to keep some semblance of sense about him as he busily tries to blink the flashes of white out of his eyes.
he doesn't get much of a chance because already richie is moving, pressing in and it's white-hot but amazing. eddie finds he can't help (doesn't want to help) the sound that bubbles up in his throat as pleasure bleeds through his voice, gripping harder at the sheets under them and back arching in pleasure.
much like rich, it was hard for eddie not to just let the other man do just that. he'd love nothing more than to be pressed against this mattress and fucked senseless but there's also this piece of him that wants this to last. it's still a question of who will win out but he is sure of one thing: ❫
Fu-fuck. And you always feel so fucking perfect, Rich.