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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.
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( he licks his lips, fingers combing through his own hair and trying to keep a sense of self while richie was doing so well at utterly destroying it. heaving in a breath of air, he tries rolling his hips again and working to meet the movements of richie's hand. god, he could get off on this alone but he has to hold back when he wanted so much more. )

Because of you, all because of you. I wanna feel you so bad, Rich.

Is it enough?

Richie's talking about the lube, about what they've been doing for the past several minutes. He pulls the condom off the bed and rolls it on, slathers himself in more of the lube with shaking fingers.]

Are you- you're sure? About this? I can't - I can't give it back.

[Neither could he, and what Richie's talking about is their virginity, and even with heavy-lidded passion-filled eyes fear was still in them. Richie has no idea how to keep himself from spilling over and he doesn't want to disappoint.]

Probably? It doesn't hurt so...

( he swallows, a bit awkwardly. shifting slightly, he sits up on his elbows and watches with flushed features. it's only then that eddie realizes that he own hands are shaking but at least he can hide at that fact, balling them up in his comforter.

the question though takes him off guard and he finds himself staring again but ultimately nodding. )

Ye-yeah. I want it to be you, I do. You've already been my first... everything, really. I don't want this to be with anyone else but you.

[The fact that it doesn't hurt is good, but it doesn't soothe Richie's nerves. He wants this to be amazing, better than amazing, he wants the build-up and the release to be everything for them both.

It might be too much to ask, he's not got a lot of tolerance and he's already sensitive to the touch but seeing Eddie flush, pink, and ready underneath him is enough to keep him going and he aligns their hips and slips into Eddie's tight heat, little by little until he's buried inside.]

Oh. Eddie.

Richie could regret those being the first words he said after losing his virginity another time. For now, he's too focused on him, on making sure it was good - not painful, or awkward. Not even a little bit.]

( it's not hard to tell that richie's nerves are still fussed and overwhelming. eddie, meanwhile, feels at a loss but tries to soothe his wild nerves by pressing a kiss to his lips before laying back down atop his bed sheets. he can't help swallowing hard again as richie moves, aligning their hips and begins to press in.

briefly, he closes his eyes but opens them back up just as quickly and offers richie another bright smile. it's different and he bites at his bottom lip but its better than anything eddie might have expected going into this with as little knowledge as they did have.

hearing the small word and his name, he chuckles and raises a hand to cup the other's cheek. )

You feel amazing. ( he breathes, fingers clutching at the bed sheets as he just takes a moment to breathe and get used to the feeling. ) Kiss me again?

Do I?

[God, Richie can barely focus it's taking every bit of self-control he has not to blow his load hard and fast. The last thing he wants is to ruin this moment, so he dips down keeping his hips still and meets Eddie's lips. Turns out, kissing is the right kind of distraction, and it's a lot easier to focus on that than it is to regulate his breathing.]

( he can only nod at the question, laughing breathlessly. everything feels so overwhelming that even talking feels beyond eddie at the moment. he ultimately has to swallow, knees digging into richie's bony sides as he reaches up to trace the other's face, weave through his hair with his hands and pull him closer into the kiss. )

I love you. ( he whispers, a bit sentimental but he feels that it bears repeating in the moment. )

I love you too. Forever.

[Richie's voice is just as quiet, worried that if he speaks too loudly he'll crumble on the spot. Everything is heightened to him, close to driving him mad and finally he finds it in him to move. Slowly, at first, drawn-out and purposeful with a broken sort of moan escaping his mouth as soon as he does it.

They planned to be quiet, but Richie wasn't so sure he could commit to that anymore. The bed was squeaking, their hips were slapping, and he was close to losing control. It's amazing, and he's drowning in the sensation of it all with no life preservers to keep him afloat.]

( he breathes out a choked sound close to a sob as richie responds in kind, unable to help himself. it's all too much. everything is oversensitive and that is to say nothing of how fucking alive he feels the moment that richie decides to move. it's slow, drawn-out and eddie can only hang on as he slowly begins to set a pace that threatens to drive him wild.

and, yeah, the idea of being quiet is quickly going out the window with each swing of richie's hips. he's lost in little moans, aching ― ah, ah, ahs ― as his nails dig into the skin of Rich's shoulders. )

Fe―feels good, so good. I'm gonna lose it.

[It starts out uncertain because Richie doesn't know what to do or how to do it but his body takes over for him. Once he realizes how amazing it feels it's all he can do to keep his mouth shut on his mind from shutting down. His momentum and rhythm is a little sloppy, but he's got his head buried against Eddie's shoulder to keep himself from being louder than Eddie was himself.]

I-I know, babe. I can't- I don't know how long I'll be able to-

[The longer they went the more difficult it became. Thighs clenching, stomach knotting up in protest just begging for release.]

❪ for as uncertain as richie is there certainly isn't any displeasure to be shown given the noises that eddie is making with every snap of his hips. his own head is tilted, breath ragged and trying desperately to control the moans escaping him as the pleasure mounts. ❫

I-It's okay. ❪ he says with a whimper, his hands clutching tighter to richie's shoulders as his whole body rocks with each movement. ❫ Let go. I wanna feel all of you.

[All the build-up and the years spent since childhood being in love with Eddie hadn't prepared Richie for this and he's lucky he didn't come in his pants prior to the real deal. Richie's skin is a mess of heightened senses, warm to the touch, flush from the friction and it doesn't take anything more than the last four words to make him let go, an explosion of relief draining the color right out of him after he does.

The totality of it makes him crumble and Richie buries his body against Eddie's in the aftermath while he caught his breath. It wasn't long, maybe five minutes but it felt like suspended animation and he was half dazed - with foggy glasses and reddened cheeks.]

Eds-

❪ there's nothing else in the moment that matters except for richie. much like the other, eddie is a mess of emotions and flushed skin. he has to bury his face against richie's shoulder as not to be any louder than he already was as he breathes rapidly and feels the heat building inside him.

it doesn't take much more than watching richie spill over the edge that eddie is following too. his teeth scrap at his shoulder, fingers clutching almost desperately and toes curling against his bedspread. all he can do is breathe shakily in the aftermath and hold richie close. he lays back and tries to catch his breath as the lay in the silence of the aftermath, only blinking and tilting his head when he hears his name. ❫

Yeah, Rich?

Nothing. I- really love you, but I didn't want you to think I was saying it because of -m

[Well, what obviously just happened. Eddie's room stunk of sex and sweat and cum. Richie could feel the sticky aftermath against him but he didn't care. He settled back against him like he had so many times before with blown eyes. He was out of breath, and reeling from everything, it's enough to make his eyes glassy but he doesn't want to shit the bed twice. Crying after everything wouldn't be a comfort to either of them.]

Yeah, well, I love you too. And I wouldn't ever think like that.

❪ eddie huffs out a breath of air as he says it but ultimately offers richie a small smile before he shifts, curling closer against him. yeah, sure, he feels gross and sticky but there's something nice in the afterglow of everything with just the two of them pressed together. ❫

It's okay, you know. ❪ he doesn't say what is okay but, perhaps, with the way eddie reaches up and brushes richie's hair back and moves just enough to place a small kiss to his face, nosing the other's glasses up slightly. maybe, just maybe, he gets just what rich is trying to hide. ❫

[It's such a tender moment that Richie's heart hurts from how deeply he felt. When Eddie curls into him, despite the sweat he pulls him closer. Richie can still smell the scent of Eddie's shampoo despite the stench of what they'd done looming in the air around them.

It's partly due to exhaustion and partly from the immense moment between them but tears do fall and slip down his cheeks gently while he rests his cheek across the top of Eddie's head.]

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