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EDDIE KASPBRAK it: chapter 2

voice strength: ★★★★★
shipping: i'm reddie trash but i'm also all about that platonic love with the other losers
preferences: gen, smut, shippy, angst, au, cross-canon, slice of life.
notes: for some fun starting points: some random assortment of memes and aus for days; feel free to go the other worldly route; also throw pics or random sentences at me and a kink generator because why not.

hit me up for starters if you'd like. there's no crying in baseball but there is crying in my rp but let's have fun, ok.

picture prompts • quote prompts • music prompts • etc

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Mm. That was a good article though and actually halfway decent picture of me too.

❪ not that eddie wouldn't do the same. he could write paragraphs about richie's stupid smile that could brighten his entire face and give him these great crinkles right by his eyes. how much he loved seeing it especially when it was directed at him.

he huffs out a sound as rich talks, smacking him on his side as his lips dip to place a kiss just below richie's navel. ❫

Don't call me that! I fucking flew out here to see you, jackass.

More than halfway. I have a screenshot on my phone for when nights on the road get rough.

[Eddie had a way about him that took Richie from forty years old all the way back to fifteen again. His lips just above the dip of his hips and the zipper of his jeans make his hips jerk up into the advance unbidden.]

Sorry, babe. I love that you did. I've gotta be the luckiest man alive.

❪ yeah, okay, he snorts out a sound close to laughter. ❫ Hmm. What about lately then? Have things on the road been rough?

❪ there is a grin as richie continues, smiling lovingly up at him briefly before his focus flickers back down and he pops the button of the other's jeans. ❫

I won't say I haven't been thinking about it though. How much I've missed you.

❪ eddie lets his lips find skin as its exposed and finally his shaft, tongue tracing from base to head before taking him into his mouth. ❫

Oh. So rough. No cute brunette to take me to bed and stroke my hair until I fall asleep.

[The view of Eddie right above his lap grinning up at him like he had nothing left to lose was something he wanted to commit to memory. Picture perfect in every way, and he's lost in that until Eddie starts unbuttoning his pants. A burst of warmth shoots right through him, all the way to his dick and he shifts eagerly under him to make himself more comfortable. This was really happening.]

Eddie. You saucy little-

[His voice dies down the minute that Eddie's tongue wets his dick and is replaced by a loud stuttering sort of sound that breaks against the back of his throat.]

Fuck.

❪ honestly, eddie doesn't think there is anything better than rendering richie utterly speechless by something so simple as getting his mouth on the other's dick. and, yeah, maybe he enjoyed it too much because (let's be real) he probably enjoyed the act itself a little to much too. still it wasn't that he doesn't like hearing rich's voice, his dumb jokes but there was just something about him trailing off and not being able to say anything that went straight to eddie's head― and other places. he just loves that stuttered sound that takes over in his throat and eddie uses the moment to take his time kissing, searching and licking before swallowing him down fully.

there was just a thrill in all of this after being apart. he's missed rich, god, he's missed him to the point of near aching and it just spurs him on as he sets an almost leisurely pace with careful bobs of his head. he's probably enjoying the entire thing a little too much― to the point that he doesn't even give the thought of someone just waltzing in a second glance. people in comedy had the decency to knock, right?

ah, well― he's more focused on richie anyway. casting another glance upwards before his head bobs back down, a grin noticeable on his lips even in the middle of his busy work. ❫

Edited 2020-01-16 05:58 (UTC)

[It's far from the first time Eddie's rendered him speechless, but never before a show and never with such speed and dedication. Richie is dangerously close to coming undone underneath him and he tightens his grip on his hair at the same time that Eddie manages to evoke a low keening groan.]

That's right, Eddie. Take your medicine.

[It's a simple comment, no ill-intent behind it. Something they played with in the bedroom to empower him when he really took control and it's a hidden way of saying that Eddie could fuck him right into this couch if he wanted to and he'd be fine with it.]

( between the hand in his hair and the words, it isn't that surprising that richie gets a moan out of him. although eddie is content in the moment there certainly more to the words and, in truth, eddie is getting better at reading them. getting better at loosening that figurative tie around his neck and cutting loose, pushing himself out of his comfort zone and actually taking control.

it's enough to get him sitting up with a huff of hot air, patting down his jacket pocket until he removes the small travel bottle of lube to eagerly coat his fingers. )

Is it bad that I hope someone hears us?

( he's all smiles still, completely and utterly drunk with love in the moment. eddie doesn't leave him waiting long as he positions himself comfortably between richie's legs, crooking both index and middle finger against his entrance and pressing both in at once. )

You know... I'm not going to be able to sit there and just watch you perform knowing the things we did.

No that's really hot.

[Eddie's gotten better at taking control over the course of their relationship and no one fucks him quite the way he does, not that Richie's ever allowed anyone else to go that far. He's like putty in his hands, a hitch to his breath as soon as he feels what he's doing.]

Oh shit. I might have to delay the show. I want you so bad, but that doesn't mean I want this to be fast. You know I like when you give it to me.

I should have figured you'd be behind me if I brought up some exhibitionist shit.

( he pumps his fingers slowly as he talks, setting a rhythm but nothing close to what his body is begging to do to him. it'll all be worth it though especially listening as rich's breath hitches in a way that makes eddie's whole body tingle. )

You better text your manager then. I really wanna hear you beg, Rich. I want other people to hear you at your wit's end. Besides-- three weeks is a long time, you know.

You kidding? I love it when you're a freak.

[Gasping breaths, Eddie and he had been physical enough times now that he knew exactly what to do to tip him over the edge. Richie was going crazy, the slow purposeful strokes making it so much worse.]

I- My pants.

[His phone was there and Eddie had taken them off, after all. So he had no access, and he wasn't much of a beggar but Eddie had him close, biting his lip to resist the urge to fuck right back against his hand.]

Baby, please.

Yeah, well, you're the one that brings it out of me.

( and, yeah, okay so the 'please' and just watching rich bite his lip was really doing it for him. eddie has to swallow hard, resisting any urge that might end things too soon though his smile is all loving. thankfully, too, it isn't hard to maneuver rich's pants out from the corner of the couch and use his free hand to fumble the phone free. )

You should call him. ( he says suddenly, grinning slightly as he lets the rhythm pick up just slightly and curling his fingers just enough to rub against that sweet spot, leaning down just enough to kiss at the other's chest again. )

Wanna see how well you keep it together.

Good.

[It comes out on the tails of Eddie's small break to get his phone. It's enough that he can collect some of himself but Eddie has him spiraling out of control soon after, his toes curling against the couch and his hips rising to each advance. Eddie really knew how to control him, it's too much and he hits his contact while he works him over.]

H-Hey, I'm gonna - shit I'm gonna need you to delay the show for a little bit. I'll run it longer I just - I just

[His eyes squeeze shut and he has to pinch his own thigh to keep himself from moaning when Eddie hits that sweet spot just right.]

Okay. Yeah. Bye.

Ah-aaah.

You're a bastard.

( eddie can't help listening with a slight grin as richie talks with his manager, not doing anything different but certainly not slowly down either. a part of him almost wants to ask richie to tell the guy "hi" and "thanks" since it was his manager that helped make him being here a surprise.

and now he was delaying the show. yeah, okay, he could almost laugh. )

Yeah? And you're marrying me. ( he says with a scoff, leaning forward just enough to capture the other's lips in a kiss as he adds an addition finger. )

You look so good though like this, all needy. You have no clue how much I've been missing you.

I am.

[Richie smiles despite just how deeply he's getting finger-fucked, a smile that breaks against the seem of Eddie's lips and rolls into a needy whine, he kisses him back just as thoroughly as he had been before.]

I love it when you take control. God. You're amazing and you're all mine.

And I'll always be yours. Nothing is gonna fucking tear us apart again.

( it's hard though to talk when richie is underneath him falling apart, whining in such a perfect voice and kissing him back so hotly that eddie is sure that he sees stars. he can't help pressing past the seam of his lips, letting tongue meet tongue and kissing him deeper as he slows the movement of his fingers into something a little more sensual. )

I don't know how long I can last just doing this but I wanna hear what you want, babe.

[It's the reassurance that has him soft, rolling his hips back against Eddie's fingers in the most wanting and desperate sort of way. His eyes fall closed, and if he wasn't so hard to begin with it'd be a lot easier to just blow his load here and now. He strokes his own dick, trying to time his beats with the slow sensual movement of Eddie's fingers.]

I want you to fuck me so hard they'll have to replace this couch.

( he can't help the hot breath of air that escapes him as rich moves, stroking himself and moving back against his hand. eddie has to adjust himself on the couch, unbuckling his belt and pulling himself free once he gets his pants off. )

You don't know how much I've been wanting this. I went to this bar with some co-workers the other night and the entire time I was just thinking about you, you know.

( he says in a low voice, removing his hand long enough to slick himself up and line himself up to push in gently. it's everything he's wanted but he makes sure to take it slow until he bottoms out and breathes out a shaky breath, biting his bottom lip. )

God, Rich. I've missed you.

[It's a rare thing for Richie to be begging for it, the two of them have a very healthy and active sex life. No honey mood period or natural tapering off in sight but it's also not often that Eddie tops him and Richie lives for it when he does, in a way that seems shrewd compared to how he is normally.]

I know. I wish you could've come on tour with me.

[His work wasn't very generous with his time off, but that'd change when they tied the knot and got to go coastal or to some other country. They could tell everyone to fuck right off.

Eddie's always been a little more nurturing, more gentle, but when Eddie's dick slips inside him, inch by inch, Richie grunts and brings his teeth together. Every time feels like the first time with him. It's all measured, highly attuned, and Eddie fills him up well leaving the pleasant burn to thrum through him from his pelvis to his chest.]

Show me how much you've missed me.

Next time, definitely. I've already been talking to my boss about doing some remote work. ( he murmurs against skin, kissing and biting as eddie gets use to the tight heat. ) I just wanna be with you all the time.

( he tests the waters then by rocking his hips gently, biting at the crook of where richie's neck and shoulder met before peeking upwards to watch his reactions. eddie was everything but especially attentive whenever they were together. the last thing he'd ever want would be to give richie anything besides all the good he deserved.

its what edges him on, picks up the pace just enough to get a rhythm going and a chuckle out of him. )

If I did that then you'd have to cancel the show. You wouldn't be able to walk out of here.

You think I don't?

[After almost losing him the only thing Richie ever wanted to be was with Eddie all the time. The shift of his hips drag a low sweeping sound out of him and he bends his knees and splits his thighs opening up more fully so that Eddie could move more deeply on the sofa.]

I-I almost want you to. God. That sounds amazing.

Never would have considered it, babe. I know you miss me just as much when we're apart.

( if not more to some degree. richie could call and text him like clockwork where eddie might fall off the rails or forget because he was working. richie never forgot and it was just one more thing that eddie loved about him.

well... aside from everything he loves about him right now because already he was driving him wild. just watching and feeling as he bent his knees and split his thighs is enough to get eddie pushing closer, hitting just a little bit deeper. )

Your manager would never do another favor for me again though or talk to be again probably. Save it for when you get back home or our wedding night, now that's gonna be fun.

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