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It's a washing machine not a fucking control panel at NASA!

Anyway - I'll be home soon. Just leave it alone and I'll take a look at it.

There is no fucking need to have five buttons that say wash!!!!

Christ.

I might have fucked up our bedding too.

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( aka: he's angry power walking back now. )

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URGENT!!!!!

Look, I didn't know I was going to jizz that hard.

Stop fucking wearing those shorts....

( There's no response because he's in a STATE right now. It wasn't like Eddie had a chance to get very far anyway. Richie will hear the front door opening soon enough as Eddie appears, sweaty but frowning and glaring daggers at his husband. )

I'm going to kill you. ( Mixed signals here, probably especially when he approaches him for a kiss. Soft, chaste at first before deepening it ever so slightly. He's just not going to think about the washer right now. ) I hate you so much.

( Breaking away, Eddie frowns again and shakes his head. )

Instead of fucking jerking off by yourself - you should start telling me because you're not going to ruin my nice sheets, asshole.

(Richie's learned by now that if hubby is ignoring he's text messages it usually isn't a good sign because 9 out of 10 Eddie has hit the level of 1000 percent done.

He's already up and out of bed, obviously. Their bed stripped of all bedding due to Richie's not so little mess. He peeps his head out the bedroom, dressed in a clean pair of boxers.

Spider-Man baby!)

Fast or slow? Will they be able to identify my body after? Gotta make it good for the ID channel. (His arms move to curl around Eddie's waist, enough to pull him closer as an attempt to ease him out of the trouble he's in.

He hums against the kiss though, tongue flicking to brush against Eddie's lower lip.) Mmm, care to hate me while riding my dick?

(He will straight up fucking pout, don't think he won't!!!!)

Maybe you should stop wearing these shorts and I wouldn't have this problem?

That's assuming they can even find your body, asshole. Probably mistake your bones for Bigfoot.

( Although Richie's arms curl around his waist, Eddie is moving to pull his jacket off and let it fall to the floor. Despite his current mood (akin to a hissing cat) Eddie melts into the kiss and opens his mouth to the Richie's tongue as it brushes across his lower lip.

There's a shiver that runs through his body but it's hard to deny what it's doing to him considering he can already feel his dick starting to strain against the confines of his running shorts. )

Living room because I'm not going to fucking ride you on a bed without any sheets. ( He mouths against Richie's lips and tugs him by the hem of his shorts. )

And what if I like causing problems for you?

You're so fucking hot when you talk psycho, babe. Gonna dismember me and stuff me inside an old trash bag? Good thing my dick is bigger than bigfoot's.

(He grins that famous grin of his, smile going wide as his hands innocently dance down Eddie's lower back to rest only inches above his pert ass. He's going to save the squeeze for the time being, he wants to time it perfectly.

Desperate and needy, his tongue slips inside parted lips so that he can savior the taste of Eddie consuming his mouth. He moans deep in pleasure, fingers falling just a bit lower.)

I thought you banned me from fucking you on the sofa? (He smirks against his husband's lips and a hand sneaks inside the back of Eddie's runners shorts, cupping a tight cheek.)

Then stop your fucking bitching when I spew my load all over the place.

( Eddie can't help but scrunch his nose up in thought. ) No. You're going in a hole in the ground where you belong, maybe I'll cover you in cement and then build something nice on top.

( At the sight of Richie's grin, Eddie can't help smiling and pressing closer as he feels hands dance down his body. Not that he has a lot of room to think about anything while Richie is kissing him like this. It reminds him of the way they kiss when one of them is gone on business and comes home to the other, all desperate and needy. A want that is hard to deny. )

I'm making an exception because we have couch covers now. ( It's said with a low groan as he feels Richie's hand sneak down to cup his ass. )

Then stop getting your jizz on my fucking nice sheets, asshole.

I'd rather suffocate by you smothering me with your thighs while sitting on my face. Just a suggestion.

(He has a natural talent of using his mouth to not only get himself in trouble but out of it as well. His lips trail down Eddie's cheek bone and linger along the soft skin of his neck.

Eddie should know by now that Richie gets needy in the morning, he's needy all the time.)

I'm still gonna suggest the kitchen table. We can even have breakfast after. (He wiggled his eyebrows playfully, hands finally squeezing those perfect cheeks.)

Stop looking so sexy in these damn shorts. (They could argue about this all morning.) Or be here to swallow it all down.

Get the washer fixed and I'll think about it.

( He tilts his head as lips trail down, sighing pleasantly and able to ignore his anger for the needed moment. Richie, as much as he hates it, is talented with his lips as much as he is with his mouth. It's more than enough to get Eddie weak in his knees and leaning heavily against Richie as he continues to pay his neck some much needed attention.

Eddie leans back just enough to look at Richie and rolls his eyes at the sight of him wiggling his eyebrows. Needy bastard, he thinks but nevertheless lets his hands sneak into Richie's boxers to stroke him playfully. )

Fine but only if you clean up after. ( But there is a beat before squeezing a little and nipping at his chin. ) I think I'll just wear them more often then but how about I make it up to you?

(Richie can have Eddie sitting on his face in seconds, if anything to shut him up. He ignores any topic about the washer, he's too occupied with leaving wet, hot kisses on any bit of skin his mouth comes across.

His hands continue to hold those perfect cheeks within his hands, palming them like dough as his middle finger traces along the crack. One swift twist and he can press right in those perfectly tight walls. )

I'm going to fucking rip them off you one morning, Eds. I fucking swear. (He mutters but Eddie's hand petting along his already hard cock has him going silent besides the noise of him humming in content.)

Yeah? How?

( Richie probably isn't wrong with that line of thought. Eddie could probably be easily bullied into sitting on his dumb face because (let's be real) he fucking loves it and loves the feeling of Richie underneath him. It's something to consider for later because Richie had got all the more needy and horny since he started working from home because of quarantine.

He breathes out a groan as Richie continues to leave wet, hot kisses on his skin and his hands continue to squeeze at his backside. Despite the distraction, Eddie continues walking backwards through their hall and toward the kitchen. Once they make it there he turns them and nudges Richie toward the countertop. )

Don't you fucking dare ruin my shorts, you asshole.

( He licks at Richie's lips before tugging at his boxers and getting his cock spring free. It's with another kiss that he slips onto his knees leaning in to kiss the flushed head of Richie's cock, dragging his tongue from base to tip before enveloping the head with a gentle suck. )

(Was there ever actually a time Richie's mind wasn't strictly focused on sex?Very doubtful. It's only gotten worse now that his shows were placed on hold until further notice and he was held up at home without much to do besides fuck. He's learned what Eddie enjoys during their time together, he's mastered what makes Eddie's toes curl and screams of pleasure explode from such perfect lips.

Every time Eddie positions himself on top his face, knees placed firm on both sides of his head and his tongue buried deep within Eddie's tight warm core, Richie near loses himself. It only gets better if Eddie becomes demanding while Richie eats him, fuck.

He follows his sexy hubby towards the kitchen, not missing a damn beat with his hot, needy kisses. His hands don't let up either with the urgent squeezes and desperate grabs. It's a damn miracle that he's not pressed an eager finger inside Eddie's tight heat, finger fucking him in the hall. Instead he holds onto some self control and it's a blessing once his lower back presses against the kitchen counter.)

I'll buy you fucking new ones and later rip them off your fine ass too.

(He whines softly at the playful lick to his lips, thrusts his hips forward to urge Eddie to free his aching cock. Lust filled eyes watch hungrily as Eddie kneels to settle along his knees, holy shit. Both hands reach behind him to grip along the table for support, his head falling back in ecstasy.

Fuck. )

Goddamn Eds....

( Eddie very much doubts there is a lot on Richie's mind these days aside from sex. Quarantine has been something of a bitch for the guy that had been used to flying across the country and doing these big shows for bigger crowds. It didn't bother Eddie too much because he'd rather work from home than dealing with driving to the office everyday and fighting Los Angeles county traffic.

It had given them time together though that they really had not the chance to do in recent months. Time together had meant learning a lot about each other with some bad but a whole lot of good too. Eddie learned new things about himself, a lot of things he would have never considered in the first place but that Richie had a way of bringing to the forefront.

He had learned a lot about Richie too - like the best ways to render him at a loss for words and get him begging for more.

Although Eddie misses Richie's hands on him there is something terribly wonderful in looking upwards at Richie, breathing in deep through his nose and taking as much of him into his mouth as he can without gagging. He continues to watch Richie's reactions as his careful motions become more fluid and he set a steady, needy pace. )

(This whole quarantine thing was some shit and it had fucked Richie pretty hard. If it hadn't been for Eddie he would have already lost his mind. He was never one to be able to stand being stuck in one place, it drove him crazy. He had grown fond of the constant traveling despite how much it drained him physically. He loved the rush of it all and sold out shows just added to the chaos. Eddie had basically demanded he get to work from home when the virus hit, just as he threatened Richie he had best stay home himself during the pandemic.

The time spent with them both being constantly home was refreshing. Sure they had a few fall outs but mostly the time had been great. Eddie had always brought out the best and worst in him. They were always learning new things about each other, which was odd because at one point in their lives they had known everything.

Richie wouldn't admit it openly but Eddie had him wrapped around his finger. It was pretty damn pathetic and even worse in the bedroom. He had never in his life begged and whimpered for a sexual partner to please him but Eddie?

Shit.

He bites down on his tongue to hold off any kind of moaning, its too early for all that shit but Jesus. He's knees nearly buckle but he's able to steady himself against the counter. Fuck it, his lips part and he lets the low groans escape.)

Fuck.

(He hisses through clinched teeth as a hand reaches out to grip the back of Eddie's neck.)

There is some understanding with Richie's inability to stay in one place for long. Hadn't that been the reason that all of them had scattered to the winds? A childhood in Derry had felt like a lifetime for them and since then they had kept moving. Although Eddie doesn't want to reign in Richie's life there are some things that needed to be considered especially during a fucking world pandemic.

Besides he likes to think that it's even the chance to make up for some of the twenty-seven-years they had spent apart. Not that they could actually ever make up for everything that Pennywise caused but Eddie likes to think they can bridge some of the gaps that grew between them in the near three decades apart.

And, yeah, Richie would probably never admit it but Eddie has an idea how much sway he has with his husband especially in the bedroom. Hearing Richie beg, plead and whimper gave him something of a headrush that could easily get him off without trouble. It brought out a little touch of dominance that usually didn't get brought out of him easily but Richie was just - well, Richie had his ways.

It's hard to keep his focus on Richie's face but Eddie continues to flicker his gaze upwards as his husband reacts to his ministrations. He isn't happy to hear him trying to hold back so he picks up the pace until those low groans are escaping him so, yeah, Eddie might just be smirking a little. He can't help his own groaning as Richie's hand reaches out and grips the back of his neck, keeping him close.

Derry had been one of those towns that would just slow you down, it had been a place of torture for a mind like Richie's. The whole getting bullied constantly and a crazed clown wishing to feast upon his fears didn't help much either. When his opportunity finally arose he fled from his hometown without a glance back. This whole world pandemic had went from zero to one hundred over night. LA had been one of the worst states affected and that did nothing for Eddie's anxiety. Richie did every little thing he could to help ease his husband's worry, even if that meant washing his hands ten million times a day.

Unfortantally Richie couldn't give back all of the time that Pennywise had literally stolen from them, he couldn't erase the horrors either but he could offer Eddie the life he's always deserved. It's a bit of a slow process but together they are trying to weave all those missing pieces. Some subjects are still difficult to speak about, Eddie's previous marriage for one. Richie tries his best not to press, Eddie will open up when he feels it's time, maybe he won't. Regardless Richie makes it a point every damn day that Eddie knows he's both appreciated and most of all loved.

The dominant streak that raised its proud head within Eddie while in the bedroom had not shocked Richie at all. As a matter of fact Richie always knew that his husband had that side of him ever since they were teenagers. He had spurs where he could become incredibly bossy and insanely demanding. Eddie could be a fucking hurricane when he chose to be and Richie got hard off his husband's confidence.

It suited his Eddie spaquetti and the more time they spent together, the more Eddie found himself and became comfortable with it.

He adds a bit of pressure to his grip along the back of Eddie's neck, his moaning growing a bit louder once his love's suckling switches from slow to quick, shit. He's just going to take that as a hint and without hesitation he begins to to rock his hips against Eddie's mouth.

"Christ, your mouth is so fucking perfect, babe."

Eddie tries not to think too hard about how different things in Derry might have been had he summoned up the courage to actually talk to Richie about his dumb feelings. Maybe, just maybe, they could have left together instead of spiraling outwards from Derry in different directions to forget one another for twenty seven long years. He thinks about a lot of shit but that one lingers in the back of his mind a lot of the time like the taste of a bitter medication.

Another bitter bite, of course, had been this entire pandemic shit. It was Eddie's worst fears rolled into one gaping wound. His OCD had always been off the charts but it had been so much worse since this had all started. Richie, thankfully, only joked about it sometimes which was a nice change of pace from the usual shit that Richie rimmed him on. Either way it had certainly made this first year of marriage for them eventful and (despite everything) Eddie wouldn't change it for the world.

Certainly helped make him a little more comfortable in his own skin and perhaps take things a little easier. It was nice to spend the early morning in bed spooned up next to Richie instead of rushing to jog or get ready for work. It had certainly made clear the fact that he absolutely loved touching Richie everywhere he could get his hands or lips. He spends hours in the morning just kissing at his spine, rubbing his scalp or stroking his cock until he brought himself out of his sleep haze.

It's why he doesn't mind the pressure that Richie adds where he grips the back of his neck. Still- Eddie can't help reaching back and grasping that hand as he pushes up into his hair instead. He hopes Richie gets the point as he moans around the cock in his mouth and swallowing down the salvia that has begun to pool in his mouth. More than once he feels his gag reflex kick in but holds back anything more than an awkward breath of air through his nose as he reaches upward to grip a hand against Richie's hip, urging him on while his other hand drops to press at his clothed erection.

Growing up homosexual in a shit town like Derry had been both difficult and dangerous. It didn't help that homosexuality wasn't discussed and what little was about the topic was never supportive. Derry was a town that had been poisoned with so much hate, people who were cruel for no damn reason. Richie could recall the small confrontation with Bowers in the arcade, it was a moment that petrified him as much as it did humiliate him. He had been terrified to discuss his sexuality with anyone out of fear of being shunned, his loved ones looking at him in pure disgust, especially Eddie. He didn't want his best friend to look at him as a disease.

What a fucking idiot he had been. He should have known that Eddie's feelings were mutual. Twenty-Seven long years seperated, they had a lot to make up for. The pandemic had swept in like a nightmare, California had been impacted the worst along with a few other large cities. Things started shutting down, events cancelled and a shit ton of people in facemask. Eddie didn't take news of the virus well, Richie had spent close to a week trying to sooth him. It remained patient with his hubby, they had a marriage to enjoy.

Christ how Richie lived for those wonderful, amazing mornings. Their bed would grow cold and lonely once Eddie was up for the morning, Richie preferred him snuggled in bed, arms tangled around Richie's larger form. Eddie's hand would always work wonders and they would never fail to pull him out of a deep sleep no matter where they decided to linger. Eddie's lips were just as magical, Richie was fucking spoiled and he knew it.

That's why he obviously is still blessed with a blowjob after fucking up Eddie's favorite washer. He's going to take the bait, his long fingers entwine within Eddie's soft, perfect locks and he doesn't hold back with the eager tugs. He can't resist the need to roll his hips, thrusting desperate against Eddie's mouth. He's growing more needy and he's going to come unhinged at any moment.

"E-Eds ...."

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