eddie "fuck you, bro" kaspbrak. (
respirations) wrote2025-12-01 12:00 am
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[Well, what obviously just happened. Eddie's room stunk of sex and sweat and cum. Richie could feel the sticky aftermath against him but he didn't care. He settled back against him like he had so many times before with blown eyes. He was out of breath, and reeling from everything, it's enough to make his eyes glassy but he doesn't want to shit the bed twice. Crying after everything wouldn't be a comfort to either of them.]
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❪ eddie huffs out a breath of air as he says it but ultimately offers richie a small smile before he shifts, curling closer against him. yeah, sure, he feels gross and sticky but there's something nice in the afterglow of everything with just the two of them pressed together. ❫
It's okay, you know. ❪ he doesn't say what is okay but, perhaps, with the way eddie reaches up and brushes richie's hair back and moves just enough to place a small kiss to his face, nosing the other's glasses up slightly. maybe, just maybe, he gets just what rich is trying to hide. ❫
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It's partly due to exhaustion and partly from the immense moment between them but tears do fall and slip down his cheeks gently while he rests his cheek across the top of Eddie's head.]