respirations | ― open post.

❪ he only raises his brow in response before suddenly his world shifts and eddie is on his back, richie suddenly all he can see. it's only a moment before he ducks down and bites at the curve of his neck, earning him a soft pleasurable sound in response. ❫

And— and if I don't wanna be careful?

Well, I'd say that's how you get morning sex.

[It's a nice way to start the day certainly. There's a thrill that shoots through him at the prospect of being intimate with Eddie. They'd come so far, and he wants to soak up every second he has with him before he has to go on his trip. If that meant giving Eddie extra attention he didn't mind at all.

Richie dips to give Eddie a sweet kiss, slipping the tip of his tongue just under the bow of his perfectly heart-shaped upper lip.]

I'll have to keep that in mind for the future then.

❪ there was definitely worst ways to start the day especially nights where his nightmares are at their worst. this— this is so much better and, frankly, thrilling considering what all they went through to get to this point.

eddie grins into the kiss as richie dips in, pressing back and deepening in slightly as he parts his lips to him. ❫

[He will, absolutely, have to keep it in mind. Their relationship just kept blossoming, and the dynamic they had as kids had become something so much better as adults. The fact that they communicated so well only made it easier.

When Eddie opens himself to the kiss, tongue meets tongue, it's so easy to get lost in his lips and not come up for air. Whenever he gives himself over to the raw emotion of it all time seems to not matter anymore, everything is intense, white-hot energy shooting through him like firecrackers on a blackened night. It's hot and heady, in the best kind of way, and even as the kiss goes breathless Richie's still reaching out, a palm gentle and light on Eddie's cheek.]

❪ he can't imagine now being without this closeness that they share. eddie hates that he ever forgot it in the first place, demon clown or not. how different could things have been if they had managed to stay together? if those stray moments as kids had managed to become something more?

thankfully, he can't linger on the 'what ifs' for long because richie is deepening their kiss and god, he cannot get enough of them or enough of richie. even as his lungs start to burn, he can't bring himself to move away and wraps arms around richie's shoulders to keep him close.

even a simple gesture like rich placing his hand against his cheek is enough to get his heart racing, leaning into the touch with a sigh. ❫

[As far as romance stories go, theirs was a huge fucking mess. Friends would ask, and Richie would say "High school sweethearts," with an ambivalent shrug because nobody else would understand the high tension and high stakes involved. No one ever understood unless they were from Derry, and even then - slim pickings.

Rich pulls back, lips kiss swollen, and beams down at Eddie with a suggestive grin. His palm finds its way past his waistband and onto his bulge.]

You ready?

❪ honestly, their lives could probably be some dumb movie at this point. definitely a better plot than the later nightmare on elm street or friday the 13th movies. somehow, despite everything, it somehow worked out. it just took time, too much time in his opinion but there was plenty more time to make up for everything.

that's why the grin in returned in full as richie pulls back, eddie's breath hitching and he sighs pleasurably at his ministrations. ❫

Like you gotta ask.

Edited 2019-10-01 03:25 (UTC)

As long as we're on the same page here, man.

[Casual sex in the morning wasn't anything new to them, not since they'd been able to make up for all the lost time. Lost time for Richie being something of a race because he'd been lying to himself for so long that this bold new world of absolutely devouring Eddie's body and losing himself in him came a lot closer to addiction than he'd ever want to admit outright.

Richie's palm sneaks past the elastic of his underwear with ease and the heel of his hand is the first to make contact, pushing back against what he already knows is the beginning of a boner for him.]

You dirty boy.

[Still Trashmouth after all, it's not like he can help himself, a laugh chases the words and he placates himself with a hot kiss before Eddie can find the nerve to reply in kind.]

We usually have that much going for us, dude.

❪ casual sex at anytime wasn't really anything new for them. if one thing hadn't slowed down in this weird honeymoon period, it sure was their sex life even with the weird gaps and stutters in just how far they've actually gone. it bothered him at one point but he's more willing to go with the flow these days because, for once, he can take it easy. they both can.

the other's sneaking hand gets a slow sigh of air, near purring as his hips lift slightly to chase after richie's touch. ❫

You're such a―

❪ but he's utterly quieted by the kiss, only huffing slightly and nipping at kiss swollen lips instead. ❫

[There's been absolutely no shortage of intimacy between them, and Richie relished it more often than ever. The weight of him in his hand, the taste of him on his tongue. Heaven.

On days where Eddie had to work overtime Richie would let his mind wander about possibilities and on occasion explore himself in time with those thoughts.

It's why, when he gets a small break in their hot kissing to dig into the nightstand for the lube he'd bought in hopeful preparation the smile on his face is nothing but genuine.

Richie's hands shimmy Eddie out of his boxers and the soft heat of his palm is replaced by the warm jelly he squirts into his palm. Absolution, Richie had no problem doing this for Eddie and that much is clear with the gentle pumps to the shaft he affords between soft kisses.]

I might need you to-

[Well, this much is obvious. Richie passes the small thing of lube to Eddie and straddles his waist. It's not like Richie hasn't fingered himself before but he's not about to just sit on Eddie's dick with no prior attentions. He knows better.]

If that's okay.

❪ curiosity gets the best of him as richie leans away from their kiss, digging around in one of the bedside nightstands before returning with a bottle in hand that flushes a shade of color to eddie's cheeks. it's not so much out of embarrassment but rather just the intimacy of the moment.

he doesn't have long to consider it before richie is pulling his boxers off of him and kissing him and touching him in a way that has him breathing hotly as rich pulls back.

the beginnings of a questions gets eddie to raise a brow but it comes together in finer detail once the small bottle in his hands and rich is straddling his waist. ed has to swallow, hard and for a moment can only nod weakly. ❫

Y-yeah. Better than okay. ❪ he says pushing to sit up better, looping his arms around richie's waist and pressing idle kisses to his neck. ❫ ... You sure?

[This is bold uncharted territory for Richie but he's not about to go into the breakdown of it all. The fact that he's never let himself be with a man since Eddie and until Eddie, coincidentally, it's not a secret. Derry had warped his mind into making him believe something that had him inherently miserable.

Girlfriends, uncomfortable and unsatisfying rote sex. Nothing that meant anything. By the time he started to remember, in Derry, it had almost been too late.

Richie leans in to meet Eddie's lips, a kiss that says shut up before I change my mind without him really having to.]

C'mon. Ground control to Major Tom.

Edited 2019-10-10 05:48 (UTC)

❪ yeah, yeah. eddie certainly gets that much across in the kiss and seemingly hums in acknowledgement as he pops the bottle open, spilling a generous amount over his fingers. it's laid against his leg as he dips his head down, kissing and biting against richie's jaw as fingers circle and tease him. ❫

Yeah, I hear you.

❪ and, really, he does even if eddie does feel like a nervous teen again. he's certainly not near freaking out as badly as he did during actual first time there is still a small ounce of hesitation and worry in his gestures.

he takes in a breath and idly kisses at richie's neck as he pushes a single digit past the ring of muscle. ❫

[It's finally happening, and a jolt of thrill rocks through Richie's body as Eddie barrels in, softly at first, burning as the knuckle gets past him and the whole finger is inside. Eddie's hands are smaller than his, but having even some small piece of him in such an intimate place makes him bristle.

Richie dips his hips against Eddie's lap, a playful smile on his face when he leans down for another kiss. As this thing blossomed between them it had started with Eddie initiating, while Richie was often more verbose Eddie had always gone the extra mile to break down their barriers.]

Wow.

[It takes some time to get used to the intrusion, but thankfully the lube plays a big part. Richie's skin is on fire, every nerve coursing with some kind of kinetic energy that was bouncing off of them both.]

❪ okay, yeah, he has wanted this for awhile now but it doesn't help his nervousness in the least. eddie's keeps his gaze on richie's features for any signs of pain or discomfort but the dip of his hips and the playful smile help encourage him instead.

he returns the kiss full of that heady, needy want and presses his finger in deeper before beginning to rock it in and out in a steady rhythm.

there is a smile on his face as he looks up at rich when he speaks, chuckling and dipping his head to the other's neck where he sucks against his pulse point. kissing and nipping further along skin as he finally slides a second finger into rich alongside the first, stretching him further. ❫

Tell me more. ❪ he finally says with a peek up from where he continues to pay rich's skin attention. ❫ More things you wanna do together.

[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. ❫

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