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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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[sloppybitch]

[They'd been together since they were thirteen if being inseparable meant anything to Eddie. The fooling around, their secret relationship, had only happened sophomore year of high school when during one of their camp outs they couldn't take the tension anymore and gave into the way they felt. Soft kisses turned into heated make out sessions, those became chafing and dry humping that drove Richie almost insane.

Richie would be lying if he said he didn't want it, his breath feels heavy but his mouth feels dry. Eddie's hand at his waist sends a pang of interest to his dick and he sighs out, feeling a lot like someone had lit a burning forest fire under his skin.]

This is a big deal, Spaghetti. You sure?

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❪ eddie lets his fingers continue to massage the area of richie's waist as they linger there near his bed. four years is a long time at their age and, in truth, he wants nothing more than to be with him for more years to come. everything just felt right with richie which is why this felt right to bring up. why he wanted this to happen.

the question earns rich the sight of eddie rolling his eyes at the nickname before he presses up on his tiptoes, pressing a needy, heavy kiss to richie's lips before breaking just enough to speak: ❫

Never been sure of anything more, Rich. I really do want this.

[sloppybitch]

[Eddie might as well be the love of his life now and forever with saucer-shaped eyes trying to convince him to go all the way, on what felt like a whim, so much more confident than he could ever hope to be.

Richie melts into the kiss and the uncertainty that had his heart hammering in his chest is replaced with earnest. Yeah, fuck yeah he wanted to do this - he'd dreamt about it enough, woken up slick and stuck to the sheets.]

O-okay. Do you have the stuff?

[Richie and Eddie knew now what it took for two boys to have sex. They'd snuck off to Bangor during high school trips and they'd stolen enough magazines that had been blacked out by cardboard squares to figure out what it entailed. The first time they'd flipped through to the centerfold they had just laughed, burst out into a fit of giggles that had stolen their breath away. Richie had fallen asleep on top of Eddie on the bus ride back, head in his lap, and when he woke up it was against a boner he'd never let Eddie live down. Their relationship was simle but it wasn't exactly built on a lot of exploration.]

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❪ we don't talk about that trip to bangor, okay.

thankfully, it isn't brought to the table and eddie can focus on richie's question instead because, yeah, it's a good question. he's grateful they knew as much as they did know and weren't going into this blind because the last thing he would ever want is for their first time to be marred by a bunch of fuck-ups.

he slips away from richie's arms and kneels at his bed, reaching under and pulling out an old shoe box where he's hidden everything under even older baseball cards gathered from cereal boxes. setting it out on his bed, he flushes again and glances up at richie out the corner of his eye. ❫

I, uh― how do you wanna do this, Rich?

[sloppybitch]

If I had known you wanted this I would've brushed my hair and dressed better.

[Despite the words being in a joking lilt themselves Richie is being absolutely honest, he moves onto his hands and knees on the bed so that he drag Eddie down onto it with him. Forget the lube, the condoms, right now what he wanted was to kiss his boyfriend and that's what he'd actually come here to do. To kiss him and to spend some time with him before he had to slip away.]

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Why does that matter? Your hair is gonna be messed up and your clothes off by the end of it anyway.

❪ eddie, in turn, cannot help the small grin on his features before letting himself be pulled down onto the bed. he huffs out a breath of air but it is smothered as richie kisses him and he doesn't hold back from returning the kiss as he wraps his arms around his boyfriend's shoulder to pull them closer together. ❫

[sloppybitch]

I dunno, babe. You sure you want to give your virtue to me of all people?

[God knows he wanted to, but it's not like he had a wealth of experience to work off of. They'd come close, and the makeout sessions had been so hot and heavy lately that he was more than ready but what really mattered here was Eddie. His priorities were always on him, and Richie takes a minute to kiss him more slowly. His heartbeat was frantic, out of control, and he needed the pace to settle himself into something not so reckless.]

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What does that even mean, Rich? Who else would I want?

❪ there's no complaint though as richie kisses him slowly because, hell, this wasn't something they had right into. so he takes his time, holding richie's face in his hands and kissing him soundly. there's a light pause where he lays there, holding the other's face and staring into his eyes. ❫

I love you, you know.

[sloppybitch]

I love you too.

[Even after all the time spent dating in secret, all the late nights up kissing Eddie until his mouth was sore Richie's lack of self-esteem could still be his downfall. He ignores the question because he has no way to answer it without showing his ass, he focuses instead on kissing Eddie, deeply, his tongue pushing past the seam of his lips with deliberate ease.]

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❪ eddie can't help looking worried even as richie buries them in another kiss, one that steals his breath away and leaves him weakly balling hands into fists against the back of his shirt. it's easy enough to return the kiss, open himself up to something deeper and let their tongues meet as a pleasurable sound escapes him.

they kiss until eddie has to break away, breath hot and near panting as a hand comes to card through richie's messy curls. ❫

We don't have to do anything, you know. I want you to want this too.

[sloppybitch]

[They balanced each other out, Eddie's genuinely sweet nature paired with his headstrong nature was a perfect compliment to Richie's out of control wiles and they kept each other safe, in line like they were supposed to, and encouraged each other when it mattered.

This wasn't any different, but he's still nervous a mess of uncertainty because he hasn't ever done anything like this and he's not sure how to make it good and he really wants that for Eddie.]

I want to.

[Fuck if he didn't want to more than anything else, the mere concept made his dick betray him and he's already aroused. Much harder than he should be, anyway, and he adjusts his pants a little too obviously. The kissing was usually enough to do it these days, but the added element mixed it up on him.]

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❪ there's another flush of color to his cheeks as richie speaks, licking his lips but ultimately offering the other boy a smile. his own nerves are a mess but he's certain in this decision and, so, with a small swallow he reaches down to fiddle with the button of richie's pants. ❫

We're gonna have to be quiet. Mom's probably passed out in front of the TV but... ❪ he hums, reaching up to idly press a kiss to the corner of richie's mouth. ❫ I don't want to risk anything, you know.

[sloppybitch]

[The flush of color to Richie's cheeks has nothing to do with embarrassment and everything to do with the growing interest in his dick. It's never gone this far before and sure they've messed around, but nothing close to this.

Richie's thankful that he's not panicking or getting nauseous for a change, the unknown always gave him the jitters but this was more than that. This was excitement and thrill, a desire to satiate him but a total lack of experience to pull it off.

Eddie's hands at his pants pulls Richie out of his head, and he leans in for another deep kiss, this one with tongue, and cups his palm over Eddie's cheek reassuringly.]

You have permission to cover my mouth, hot-shot. I'd hate to have to run out of here in the middle of such an important moment.

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❪ the flush of red that has overcome eddie's features also, as it turns out, has nothing to do with embarrassment but rather the arousal he doesn't bother to hide as he tests the waters by moving their hips together. it wasn't anything new, they'd done shit like this before but this was so much more.

eddie also finds himself thankful that he isn't losing his fucking mind over this but... god, he wanted this. he wanted rich. as long as they could be together, whatever the case, would be enough.

once more, he melts and near moans into the kiss as he presses back with just as much want. it gives him all the more push, fumbling more with the button of richie's pants and tugs at them. ❫

If anything you'll be covering my mouth. ❪ he says with a small laugh. ❫ You're always talking about how loud I am.

[sloppybitch]

[The eagerness in Eddie's hips and the pink hue to his cheeks are both hot as hell. A huge distraction for Richie, who had been lost to his hormones the minute they crawled into bed together. The window is still open, a soft warm breeze filtered in like clockwork every few minutes and pushed up the drapes that Eddie hung himself last year.

It's easier to kiss, to chase his lips and the sensation that they provide. Urgency and thrill were synchronized and apprehension dissipates the moment Eddie's quivering hands push his pants from his hips. He's still gangly, chicken legs, and too soft skin for a teenage boy growing up in Derry, but he's half-hard the tent in his underwear obvious enough from feeling alone that Richie won't waste his time sparing himself a glance. Too nervous.]

You won't gasp half as much if I can your mouth busy.

[Eddie lived in a nice house but the walls were thin, and Richie couldn't promise that he'd be able to keep his own noise down. Kissing him seemed like the best way to facilitate that, so they don't wake up the Kraken.]

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❪ he breathes in deep through his nose as eddie feels even more of richie as he pushes the other's pants from his hips, he follows suit soon after and knocks their hips together again as he raises up just enough to tug his own sleep pants down before kicking them off.

aside from the occasional blowjob this is usually as far as they typically go when things got hot and heay but eddie tries not to let fear hold him back. his heart is beating a mile a minute and his face is flushed to the point that his dusting of freckles are more noticeable as he reaches to touch richie through the fabric of his briefs, breathing in and then out with a hard swallow. ❫

Good, I like that idea. You should know how much I love kissing your dumb face.

❪ he says brightly, grinning as he leans in to do just that as fingers continue working him over slowly with a gentle touch. ❫

[sloppybitch]

[The occasional blowjob was still one of Richie's favorite things to do, so he didn't mind only going that far time after time. This was something completely different, and he leans into Eddie's touch, gentle guiding the way he'd always done.]

Eddie- I love you. And your dumb face.

[It was important to Richie to say that before they really got started. He was already painfully hard, eager in every single way and that was undeniable.]

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❪ he laughs, breathless but happy as eddie's free hand comes to cup one of richie's cheeks and leans up to press a kiss to his lips. his own arousal is edging on being painfully hard to ignore along with his own eagerness to take things further with rich. it's why he ultimately moves his hands, hooks his thumbs into his own briefs and tug them away.

he moves to do the same with richie, continuing to kiss and nip at the other's lips as he does to keep his own noise down as their hips brush together. he wants so badly for this to be as good for rich as he knows it'll be for him that he imagines the other can probably pick up on his worry.

yet, he still tries to bury it under his eagerness in another kiss and lets his tongue trace the seam of richie's lips. ❫

[sloppybitch]

[If Richie were like any other teenage boy in America he'd already have his fingers lubed up and lost in the motion of seeing Eddie come apart. Eddie just wasn't some high school sweetheart for him though, he was the beginning and the end of everything. Nobody else mattered and nobody else ever would. He had entertained the idea of running away with him so many times, leaving Derry in the dust but they had no way to do that yet without being pursued or worse so he's had to take his time. It's made him more patient overall, especially like this - he wants to drink in every moment and keep it for later when he's lonesome.

Totally naked with Eddie on the bed now, it's easy to see what he's doing to Eddie and for Eddie to see what he's doing to him. He's thick with want, his lips reddened and kiss-swollen and after chasing his tongue and his soft mouth until he was breathless he has to focus on something different, on what they were actually doing here and he moves forward with renewed purpose pushing a single finger inside of Eddie after lubing his hand up. Richie falls back onto his haunches to watch him react.]

Tell me what you like. I want it to feel good for you.

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❪ eddie doesn't think he'll ever love anyone like how he loves richie. it's such an intense, near overwhelming emotion that's just grown and blossomed since their first meeting as kids. it's certainly a different sort of love that had never existed inside of him before richie and he doubts it'll exist after richie though he hopes there never is an 'after' that he'll have to consider.

he breathes in a sharp sound as richie pushes a single digit in past the ring of muscle, lids heavy and chest heaving slightly as he tries to get used to the intrusion. it's different but it has his nerves alight in a pleasant, soft burn that has him reaching for richie's free hand. a soft smile on his lips. ❫

I do feel good but, um... try moving a little?

[sloppybitch]

Oh. Right.

Yeah.

[Moving was part of it, but Richie had never done any of this before, hadn't even fingered himself. So, he's working off of no experience and what he expects might feel good. His speed is gentle, deliberate, and he watches Eddie's face and his chest to see what he might like - what really gets him going.

After a while, the slick helps him get into a pattern, and he adds another digit once he's nice and slippery something a little quicker to keep himself motivated.]

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( for having no experience, richie is still a quick learner. it shows in the way eddie's breath hitches, chest jumping with certain movements of his fingers or how his lids near close with a soft moan of pleasure. once he's comfortable, eddie even allows himself to move just a little― rocking his hips slightly back against richie's probing finger.

by the time he adds another finger, eddie's toes are curled against the bedspread with features flushed red. he has to swallow before he talks, blink the stars out of his eyes. )

Richie I, uh... ah― just keep doing that. It feels really good.

[sloppybitch]

[a quick learner because he's always had to be, he doesn't make a big deal about being quick on the uptake never around the other losers. he's always paid attention, astute, and focused especially when it came to eddie.

richie almost loses his breath when he starts to rock his hips up against his hand and his eyes lift to meet eddie's while he loses control and gives himself over to the feeling. he keeps the same speed but does his best to replicate the motions that make eddie moan or shift with obvious intention.]

Jesus. Eddie. You look so good like that.

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( he licks his lips, fingers combing through his own hair and trying to keep a sense of self while richie was doing so well at utterly destroying it. heaving in a breath of air, he tries rolling his hips again and working to meet the movements of richie's hand. god, he could get off on this alone but he has to hold back when he wanted so much more. )

Because of you, all because of you. I wanna feel you so bad, Rich.

[sloppybitch]

Is it enough?

Richie's talking about the lube, about what they've been doing for the past several minutes. He pulls the condom off the bed and rolls it on, slathers himself in more of the lube with shaking fingers.]

Are you- you're sure? About this? I can't - I can't give it back.

[Neither could he, and what Richie's talking about is their virginity, and even with heavy-lidded passion-filled eyes fear was still in them. Richie has no idea how to keep himself from spilling over and he doesn't want to disappoint.]