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EDDIE KASPBRAK it: chapter 2

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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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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.

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(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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