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[respirations]

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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[respirations]

Well, yeah, maybe but I don't care how hot it might have been. I am not having my dick show up on fucking TMZ or twitter.

( Not that Eddie hasn't thought about things when they're alone in the green room together before or after one of Richie's shows. Yeah, sure, they're old as fuck but he can't deny there is a lot of love between them that they both are too eager to express whenever they could find the time. It doesn't help things like now when he's got so many fucking memories and feelings swimming around his head from every moment he had as a teenager now coming back to him like a freight train.

He breathes out another pleasurable sound as Richie moves his hips to meet him. It blocks out the rest of the thoughts running through his brain about Maine, scars and friends he had forgotten until this afternoon. Nothing else in this world seems to matter in this moment expects for the two of them and Eddie is intent on having this moment last as long as possible.

He sits back just enough to push Richie's shirt up so he can lean in close, dragging his tongue over one of his nipples and breathing out a huff of air. )

Yeah - you getting this fucking shirt off to start but... ( And he swallows with a looking upwards with a soft look. ) I just don't wanna think about any of this shit, Rich. I want to forget about everything except for you.

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Please, they gotta censor that shit, Eddie my love. Even as glorious a cock as yours.

[ But he's happy to seize on the moment, on focusing on the man in his lap rather than the other shit. The trace of tongue pulls a low groan out of him before he manages to coordinate enough to pull his shirt off. ]

Okay. So we won't. We worry about us, the rest of the shit can wait.

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I don't want my censored dick on TMZ either, Rich.

( But, yeah, he might just blush a little because Eddie certainly likes compliments especially from his husband. It makes him feel like a teenager which is helpful since he's got all the hormones of a teenager currently hitting him like a fucking train wreck. It's all a lot to take in but he's mostly (thankfully) distracted as Richie pulls his shirt off as asked.

Again there is a touch of color that blossoms across his features before he leans in and presses his lips over his husband's chest and his heart, breathing in softly.

This is real, this is real, this is real— )

I love you. ( He mutters, a bit breathless but leaning in to still another needed kiss. )