respirations | ― open post.

❪ richie's dedication has always been a constant even when they had been apart and forgotten one another there had still been something that lingered. something that eddie knew he had been missing without ever realizing just what it truly was. he wants so badly to make up for everything they missed out on and all the time they lost which makes it just as hard for him to calm down.

it's why he doesn't hold back the needy noise that escapes him at the question and he shifts, pressing back further against the body behind him. eddie's own voice near breathless as he speaks: ❫

Fuck— yes, I do. Please, Rich.

[There's a lot of ways he can do this, but despite his inventiveness, Richie realizes he doesn't really care to change their positioning. It gives him an advantage, and he wraps one hand around Eddie's dick and uses the other hand to prepare him for what was about to happen.

Richie's generosity extended right into the bedroom, and he rarely cared about who was on top or bottom but one thing he absolutely made sure of was Eddie falling apart in his arms. This was simple, his hands been dipped into the warming jelly and as he jerks Eddie off, he smiles into his shoulder as he pushes his middle finger just past his entrance.

Eddie, he decided really needed a good fucking. Even if it meant staining the sheets twice, he'd hardly care if his best friend had multiple orgasms on their first night in paradise.]

❪ he has such a love-hate relationship with how easy it was for rich to get him falling apart. eddie thinks it's because he's touch starved, needy for affection but honestly it's probably because no one has ever touched him like how rich does. all full of that generosity, affection and utter love that was so foreign at one point for him.

it's easy enough to fall into a rhythm against him. hips rocking forward against the hand jerking him off and then back against the probing finger which get all sorts of pleasurable noises pulled out of him with careful ease.

although he keeps thinking it's impossible to be that much more in love with someone, richie continued to keep proving him wrong at every turn. ❫

[Finger number two follows suit after a while of spreading that lubricant in so he can really open him up. It's hot, heavy in a way he hasn't gotten to really give into in such a long time.

Richie responds to each erotic groan and grasp in kind, and eventually starts kissing his shoulders in the midst of it, biting at the lobe of his ear so he can touch and taste while he works him over.]

❪ it really is an assault of feelings as rich works him over. eddie ultimately has to lean forward, bracing himself with one hand on the sheets and the other falls back to rest on richie's thigh. ❫

Rich, fuck— ❪ he murmurs, voice drenched in pleasure. ❫ You'll drive me crazy, you know.

Just one more, okay?

[One more finger, the addition of his right index would at the very least leave him stretched open enough to handle his size. Fingers aren't really any kind of replacement for a dick, and Richie wasn't small. The last thing he wanted to do was hurt Eddie.]

Yeah, okay.

❪ he repeats, breath heavy as he rocks back against the additional finger stretching him with a groan. and, yeah, eddie gets it but he's also always been impatient. still, he holds back from actually saying any smart comment and lets rich work him over even if it was maddening. ❫

I love how bad you want it.

[As far as dirty talking went, it was usually a light rib after a playful flick of his tongue, but this time the undertones of everything they were doing were so much more profound. After a while of working him open, Richie moves his hand away and slicks himself up. He's been standing at attention for a while now, going untouched; in love with the sounds Eddie's been making.

Now, he can't take it anymore and he removes his hand from Eddie's dick long enough to position himself for entry. Going slow, making it obvious that's what he was doing before he pushed all the way through.

When he bottoms out, he stays still for a few seconds to adjust to Eddie's tight heat. Every time, every time he was inside him his stomach shot somewhere into his throat. It took every ounce of willpower in him not to fuck him raw and rough, excitement laced everything he did with Eddie and punctuated every single feeling when they were fucking. It was overwhelm in the best of ways.]

I do too. Fuck. You fit like a glove.

Yeah, well... can you blame me? I always want you.

❪ he says it with the smallest hint of a smile on his face but it's hard to keep up when his body is so busy near screaming out for more. all he can do is rock his body in time with how rich moves his fingers and try to keep some semblance of sense about him as he busily tries to blink the flashes of white out of his eyes.

he doesn't get much of a chance because already richie is moving, pressing in and it's white-hot but amazing. eddie finds he can't help (doesn't want to help) the sound that bubbles up in his throat as pleasure bleeds through his voice, gripping harder at the sheets under them and back arching in pleasure.

much like rich, it was hard for eddie not to just let the other man do just that. he'd love nothing more than to be pressed against this mattress and fucked senseless but there's also this piece of him that wants this to last. it's still a question of who will win out but he is sure of one thing: ❫

Fu-fuck. And you always feel so fucking perfect, Rich.

We're gonna be up all night at this rate.

[It's not really another line, it's an actual realization. The minute he slips in past the threshold his level of energy changes drastically. One once had been aloof, was now brimming with passion and unrest, ready to fucking come undone with each swing of his hips.

Richie hadn't even begun the build-up yet, but each time their hips meet it brings about such an intense feeling that it's all he can do to kiss away the words on Eddie's lips, eyes wrenched shut to maintain some sense of self in it all. The last thing he needs is to see, what he's doing to Eddie, lose control, and spillover too soon.]

Good thing we got that nap in then, huh?

❪ although eddie manages a grin, it vanishes under the kisses rich places against his lips and just the simple pleasure bleeding into every bit of him. he can understand the realization though as his own energy is off the charts as he moves with that needy want to feel everything that rich has to offer.

and, yet, it's still hard to keep it all together. he's quickly losing focus, giving himself up to the motions and the pleasure that seemingly burns through him every time their hips meet. he wants so badly for this to last but fuck if rich wasn't making it hard. ❫

The nap.

[A throaty laugh escapes him, chased away by a desperate sort of sound as he hits into a sweet spot of Eddie's that has him trembling. Richie knows he has to pace himself so the neediness of his thrusts moves into something slower and more sensual. Each swing of his hips is pronounced in a way that took every bit of focus he had.]

Eddie, I love you so- augh so fucking much.

[The precise strokes take work and to ground himself Richie pulls an arm over his chest and to his jaw to pull him into another long kiss, his tongue laves right into his mouth. He can taste the remains of the cocktail Eddie had before they came up to his room on his lips, pineapple- some kind of citrus. He sighs out against the roll of his tongue and slips further into the feeling a mess of oversensitive nerves and heightened emotion.]

❪ although a laugh blossoms up in his throat it quickly dies with a desperate moan as richie needy thrusts slow into something more and each stroke continues to hit him perfectly. it leaves him near whimpering, trembling and breathing in a quickened pace that he tries to bring under control. the words get another longing sound out of him, head bowed slightly but finally managing to speak: ❫

I love you, ah— I love you so much.

❪ he's surprised that he manages so much because he is slowly losing himself to the mess of pleasure between them. it makes eddie thankfully when rich pulls his arm around him, pulls him back against him and kisses away any sense he might have still had left.

all he can keep doing is moving his hips, meeting rich's every move and lingering in his kiss. ❫

[It's this exact moment that has Richie grateful for the position he chose, it makes it simpler and each sweeping movement of his hips pushes him further and further into that sweet spot of Eddie's. It coils his stomach, has his hair wet with sweat. Yeah, he loses time, but the whole thing is building and it's hot as hell, more aroused than he's been in a long time and when he comes close, he can tell by the music they never turned off when they walked into their room that they've been at it for once cycle of the play through already.]

Eddie. I'm close. So close.

[It's true too, and for a change of pace, he moves Eddie's leg up a little higher to help himself along and picks up the pace with manic beats of his hips into the oblivion of his own climax. He chases the sensation away with shallow dips of hips, and a deep slow kiss.

They'd fucked each other before, sure, but this was a different sort of release. The orgasm itself lasts a little longer after he cums and while he normally would've pulled out to keep Eddie from any clean up he doesn't make it, and he's panting and sighing against his shoulder in the aftermath. Quite literally quivering from the power of it.]

❪ by this point, the only thing keeping eddie upright and moving is rich's arm around him. while one hand continues to tightly hold at the sheets, he moves the other to grip at rich's sweat drenched hair with another needy, longing sound that leaves his whole body shuddering around him.

although he hears richie, he can only nod weakly and bite his bottom lip. he can feel that warmth, that unmistakable pull of his own climax coming and as rich picks up the pace— he nearly cries out before it's smothered in a kiss. it's lost in the kiss that he feels himself finally hit his own climax, spilling out over his own hand and the sheets under them.

and, god— yeah. this was something else entirely from every other time they had been together. he doesn't even care that rich didn't pull out. eddie is so caught up in the moment, the sensation of everything that he can only lean forward and find comfort in the weight of rich laying against him as his own body shivers pleasantly. ❫

Holy fuck. That was amazing.

Oh my god. Oh my god.

[Richie swallows down a thick lump in his throat and laughs when he realizes his glasses are a little fogged over. He would pull them off and clean them but he can't do anything but lie languidly behind Eddie, and even just pulling out of him after the mind-blowing session they'd just had has a gentle sound leaving his lips, all nerves and senses tripled.]

Jesus. I don't think we've ever gone that hard. Shit. Are you okay?

[His hand finds Eddie's hip to pull him close, so they could be face to face and he pushes his forehead against his as he works at catching his breath.]

❪ he breathes out an overly content sound as he feels rich pull out, leaning back and tightening the hold eddie has in richie's hair ever-so-briefly. already, eddie finds, he misses the closeness but he likes it better being able to turn and face him. a dopey, goofy smile on his lips as he simply nods along with the words. ❫

I am perfect, Rich. ❪ he says breathless but clearly pleased. ❫ Never felt better.

❪ he continues to smile as their foreheads rest together, only pausing briefly to reach up and remove richie's glasses. intent on cleaning them himself as he presses a kiss to richie's chin and laughs. ❫

I'd sure hope so. You just blew my mind.

[Richie's pretty sure it's the best he's ever had, not this his chart for comparison is very large but his whole body is still thrumming with pleasure in the aftermath of the all-out fuck fest they'd just had.]

You just blew my fucking mind.

❪ he sets richie's glasses back on his face carefully, offering another dopey smile before arms come to wrap around the other's middle and eddie seems intent on getting them both laying down. he'll have to clean up eventually but, until then, he can instead enjoy being pressed close against richie's warm skin in the meantime. ❫

Coming here was the best idea.

Yeah, no. We earned it.

[That and so much more, the way Richie meets Eddie's eyes might be a bit sentimental but he can't help it. Being this close, with freshly cleaned glasses, it's difficult to not appreciate him in all his fucked out glory. How much time had they lost with each other because of the hell that lived under Derry?

If they had remembered, this all could have happened so much sooner. Yeah, getting clean would need to happen but it was something Richie agreed could wait. He steals a gentle kiss, this one sweet and lasting in a way he'd been longing to kiss him since they'd left LA.]

Eddie, I'm really so fucking lucky to have you here. You know that? To even fucking be somewhere like this with you.

❪ he meets the sentimental look with one of his own as eddie's hand comes up to cup richie's cheek, smiling fondly. although he tries not to think too much about what what was lost to them there is always a touch of sadness, a touch of anger when he does spare the thought to what had lingered over them for all those decades.

he melts into the kiss instead, returning it with a content hum and breathing out a sigh at his words. ❫

Yeah, uh, I know because I'm so fucking lucky to have you here with me. I couldn't have imagined something like this a year ago. I couldn't have thought I'd ever be this happy.

What do you want to tomorrow? It's probably like five in the morning or something. We might as well plan the day.

[No expense was spared, and Richie's still wearing the rose-colored goggles of their seriously intense romp. He'd agree to just about anything.]

Besides walk on the beach, I mean. I'm gonna need a recovery period of at least two hours before we go for another round.

Could sit in the hot tub and watch the sunrise.

❪ he says with a shrug of his shoulders, eddie more than content just to stay pressed against richie currently and absently run his fingers along his side. ❫

But, yeah, hard pass on walking right around the beach right now. I need a rest after all that.

Awww. Are you sore, my little Eddie Spaghetti?

[To punctuate the gentle chiding, Richie runs a firm hand over Eddie's hip, massaging the skin under it. Richie himself was sore, but being on the bottom he knew that had been tripled for Eddie.]

Wanna just take a nice soak with the love of your life?

❪ and, in turn, eddie just makes a face. not so much at the words but rather the nicknames because god if he doesn't hate it with a passion still. so much so that he can't help rolling his eyes even if the gentle massaging is more than welcomed. ❫

A nice soak or drowning him, I haven't decided quite yet.

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