― open post.

[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

Comments

[sloppybitch]

[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.

[respirations]

❪ 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. ❫

[sloppybitch]

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.]

[respirations]

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. ❫

[sloppybitch]

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.]

[respirations]

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. ❫

[sloppybitch]

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.]

[respirations]

❪ 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.

[sloppybitch]

[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.]

[respirations]

❪ 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.