respirations | ― open post.

[Eddie's definitely not playing it fair, hitting rhythms he didn't even know he was capable of until now. Part of him is seriously impressed, the other is trying to really hard to blink the stars out of his eyes to answer the question. It's not the first time they've used wiles to tease each other in the bedroom, the self-deprecating smile on his face while he struggles to find words is telling in and off itself.

His eyes screw shut, and he shakes his head from side to side. This is the only thing he's really excited about. Bridging this gap. He's not really capable of any intellectual thought beyond that but he'll give a try. Something about naming weird kinks while getting finger fucked by Eddie was doing it for him.]

More than this? Jesus. Um.... [One of those rare moments where Richie Tozier is at a loss for words, it's not gonna take much longer to get him ready either. His skin is already pins and needles, all nerves on fire under Eddie's control.] Some spanking?

❪ and, yeah, eddie decides really quick that he really does love the current look on richie's face. not that he hasn't seen it in their previous times together but there's something intensely intimate about now that makes it so much more than the times before. perhaps because they are finally bridging that gap that has been hanging over them since getting together.

still— eddie gives a small smirk as rich shakes his head as if trying to clear up some fog in his head. he gets it though, rich was constantly putting him in a fog of pleasure and now wasn't any different even if his focus is solely on making sure rich was feeling his best in the current moment. ❫

More than this. ❪ he repeats, scissoring his fingers before adding a third finger because fuck if he didn't want this. it's almost overwhelming, really and he has to rest his head against rich's shoulder in some attempt at calming himself down. he takes a breath, chuckling. ❫ Yeah? Wow. Why am I not surprised?

Ah, fuck. [A laugh runs through him despite the words because after that third fingers inside of him, his mind's no longer functioning just lust in overdrive and he's grinding down against him like a catholic school girl before communion.

Eddie's mocking only serves to make him harder. Their verbal jousting had always been the real foreplay between them even when they were young.]

You're the one that wanted to get blindfolded and gagged it's not like a little light BDSM isn't in your ballpark.

❪ he swallows, breathing hard as rich moves down against his own movements and, yeah, he's not going to be able to hold back much longer. still— he rocks his fingers against him in a continued steady rhythm because the last thing he wants is anything fucking going wrong. ❫

I never said one thing about being gagged, thanks. ❪ he says with a snort, biting at where rich's neck and shoulder meet. ❫ Though I wouldn't be against it whatever kinky shit you want to try on me.

Who knew you were such a rule breaker?

[Nothing's going to go wrong, by now Richie's holding his breath at each pump so opened-up from everything. The movement of his hips stops to save himself some stamina but when he settles back down it's to steal a long kiss.]

Oh, yeah. Me. I knew that.

Says the worst rule breaker to ever grace existence.

❪ he's still mad about that fucking hammock rule, okay. yet, he still can't help planting wet kisses against his neck and shoulder until the other dips his head down enough to steal a kiss. he hums quietly, carefully removing his fingers before taking himself in hand with a small sigh of relief and lining himself up. ❫

Love you though. Always have. ❪ he says with a snort of air as he finally, finally guides his cock inside the other man. ❫

Always? Way to-

[Wow, then it's a lot, and it shorts out where he's going with what he was saying because suddenly he's white-hot, expanding in ways he didn't know he could and Eddie is pushing in slowly, inch by inch, and it's all-encompassing. There's no room left in his brain to focus, and his body is operating in overdrive to compensate. His back arches to settle down and find a position he's comfortable in and when he finally adjusts to the intrusion he tests the waters with a slide back and forth.]

I was gonna say bury the lead, but uh- I feel like that's contextually faux-pas right now.

❪ it's always a little weird when rich quiets down suddenly although, admittedly, eddie does find some amused pride in this moment. it's about all he can manage in the moment because his brain has been utterly fried in the moment of pleasure. he remains still, pressing small kisses to rich's shoulder and listening for anything that might tell him how rich is feeling.

he can feel as the other arches his back before his body seems to relax and the slide back and forth causes eddie to bury his face against richie's shoulder with a content hum. ❫

Like something being contextually faux-pas has ever stopped you before. ❪ he says with a dopey smile up at richie. ❫ I can't even think right though you feel so fucking good.

[Rich leans into the small amount of kissing Eddie gives him as a distraction while he gets to finding a rhythm on top of him. It's not what he thought he'd be doing, and if someone had asked him at the start of their relationship, but now knowing what he knows and feeling the way he does about Eddie it's so simple.]

Is it everything you thought it'd be?

[A breathy laugh chases the words away as Richie listens to Eddie and watches the ripples of his body for silent cues on what's really doing it for him. A thrill shoots through his body, a small warmth in his chest when his eyes find Eddie's in the dark.

It occurs to him then, as simple as it is, that Eddie might as well be the only one he'd ever allow himself to be this vulnerable for. What they've had since the Neibolt house has always been more than an old flame being rekindled. It was desperate, needy, and wonton - making the most of every moment between them.]

❪ the question earns richie the sight of eddie shaking his head, a small chuckle coming up from his throat and idly kissing his skin once again. ❫

So much better than anything I thought of.

❪ it's harder to think, eddie finds as rich works to finding a rhythm. he's got most of the control now and for the better too because eddie is at the end of his figurative rope just watching rich move on top of him like that. it's in the dark that their eyes meet and he feels that warmth in his chest too and finds another smile breaking out across his lips. ❫

I love you. ❪ he says suddenly, breathless and a bit overwhelmed but richie isn't wrong. they'd been making the most of everything they had put their minds too since coming out of that place, since almost dying— since he had died. ❫

[Richie doesn't ever reflect on that more than he has to, what happened in the pits beneath the city, Eddie narrowly made and it and still had to fight. It was past he preferred to leave behind him, focusing on the bold new status of their relationship and each contour of Eddie's body beneath him.

In the heat of the moment, it's impossible not to explore, and after the admission, he leans down at ear-level to repeat the words back to Eddie, still moving, but this time so much closer lips meeting lips and falling down past the avenue to his neck.]

Fuck. Eddie. Jee-sus you feel like heaven.

❪ not that ed wouldn't agree in the moment either. this was so much better to think about. so much nicer focusing on every little noise and movement that rich makes int the moment that makes this (and the wait) so worth everything that they've been through these last few months.

his own breath comes out a little quicker as hands explore, his own hand on richie's hip tightening it's hold as his free hand traces patterns from rich's waist, to his hip and then dips down further to take him in hand, squeezing slightly at the base before stroking slow from base to tip and back down again. ❫

I can't even put into words incredible you feel. ❪ he murmurs against skin, breathing out a sigh. ❫

Keep it together, Eds. I want-

[Oh, fuck. As much as he wants this to last a thrill of electricity crawls from the base of his spine up to his neck in a fast bloom that has him shaking around Eddie, thighs tightening as he rides trying really hard not to give in to the sensation of it all when he grabs his dick.

It's clear he's making the climb, but his routine slows to allow some more deliberate thrusts of his hips, with focus to what he can tell Eddie likes each time his path of kissing and hot breath hitches near some spot of flesh.]

What? This to last? ❪ he mumbles against skin with a faint laugh on his voice and gaze flickering back to richie. he can feel the other shake around him and thigh tighten causing him to breath in a sharp sound through his teeth. ❫ I want this to last too, dummy.

❪ not that he's exactly playing fair, he knows. still, he notices, there's something fucking amazing watching rich's reactions over him as he times each stroke of his hand with the thrust of the other's hips. he finally has to lean up, capture his lips in another kiss and bury away the groan bubbling up in the back of his throat. ❫

Don't be an asshole.

[The smile on his side of things is saccharine, this is what he's been waiting for with Eddie and god if it doesn't feel fucking perfect to have Eddie filling him in every single way. Most people would look at their relationship and have him pegged as a pitcher but the truth was he'd never been anything but versatile when it came to Eddie, bending over backwards (sometimes literally) to please him wasn't anything new.

Eddie's attentions have his skins on fire, and before he realizes it he's given himself over completely to the sensation, bucking like some wild co-ed with his head tipped back on his back wonton and covered in a thin layer of sweat.

It's hard to imagine this all started from a nightmare, right now he's too blissed to feel anything but the connection and over-sensitive nerve-endings.]

I mean it. ❪ he mumbles and leaning up just enough to find kiss swollen lips, lightly nipping and drawing his tongue across them. ❫ You don't even know the sort of shit you do to me.

❪ and his smile, once more, is wide and dopey but utterly pouring over with love. because that was one thing eddie knew he'd always be sure of in this weird fucking world. everything else could be one uncertainty after another but he knows that what he feels for richie is utterly real and yeah, it's sappy as fuck but god if he hadn't needed this sort of love his entire life.

that's why he can't help just watching as richie completely gives himself over to his own pleasure. bucking wildly, head tipped back just right that he can reach up and leave perfect little bluish-purple bruises across his neck and if he honestly wasn't lost in just watching then he'd probably have already come a long time ago.

still— he can feel that familiar warmth building in his belly, urging him to rock his hips a little harder to meet each movement that rich makes. he wasn't going to last at this rate but fuck if he wasn't going to make the most of it. ❫

Fuck- Eddie- you feel so fucking good.

[Giving himself over to it was absolutely the best thing he could've done because he's about to lose control, short of breath and worn out, a thin layer of sweat adding to the slip and slide that was Eddie's body underneath him. His breathing has become quick his stomach coiled tight, and even though he doesn't mean to he hits his point first, slamming himself down onto Eddie into his sweet spot fast at first and then slow, to milk out his orgasm while his whole body tenses around Eddie in response.

He places a panting kiss to Eddie's mouth and keeps riding him while he licks into his mouth, it wasn't fair until they both got off, Richie wasn't ever selfish about that.]

❪ all eddie can do in hum contently in acknowledgment, simple sentences beyond him as rich continues moving over him in ways he doesn't even think he could have dreamed. he's utterly just lost in watching him move, swallowing hard and unable to help the moan that escapes him as rich hits his high first. he continues pumping, stroking him as he rides out his orgasm and feeling his body tense is enough to start his tip over the edge.

he finally can't hold back, rocking his hips hard against rich as he rides out his own orgasm and gasping against the kiss until he finally comes down with a shudder. his grip on rich's hips finally loosens, smoothing circles against the skin and letting out an overly pleased sound. ❫

Fucking hell, I love you.

[When Eddie comes at first it's startling for Richie who rides out the slick with newfound strength in it. A decisive movement in his dedication to him as he tries to completely milk his orgasm through the aftershocks of what they'd just done. His whole body is buzzing with it when he pulls off and occupies the space beside him.]

Love you too. You sure you're gonna be okay without me when I'm on tour?

[Richie nuzzles back into his chest, steals a soft kiss under his jaw where the pulse point is and then grabs his hand, laces their fingers together comfortably.]

❪ he has to blink a few times to get the stars out of his eyes before eddie can focus on richie and how he moves beside him, speaking and nuzzling closer. the question gets a huff of air out of ed as he lets their fingers lace together and falls back against the bed with him. ❫

God, no. ❪ he says with a chuckle and a kiss to the top of richie's scalp. ❫ But I'm going to figure it out. Call you if it gets bad even though I just know our phone bills are going to be fucking insane.

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