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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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And I love you. I love you so fucking much.

( It's said with a shaky breath of air as he feels Richie's finger slip in, out and then is joined by a second one that has him shuddering down to his toes. It's hard not to react, to move and rock his hips back against Richie's fingers as he whimpers out a wounded sound. )

Come on, Rich― I'm fine, I'm ready. Hurry up and get up here.

Are you sure?

( Richie is impatient as anything, but he doesn't want to hurt Eddie and likes to take his time with this... but if Eddie insists that he's fine... Richie stands, withdraws his fingers from Eddie and squirts a good handful of lube onto his palm, lathering his cock with it and then smearing the leftover lube onto Eddie's asshole. Just for extra smoothness, of course.

Richie shuffles forwards and leans over Eddie, his chest pressed against his fiance's back. He lines his dick up with Eddie's hole and pushes in slowly, dropping his head against Eddie's shoulder. )

Fuck.

( Eddie's always felt so fucking good... )

You good?

Yeah, yeah― come on.

( He can't help the whine in his throat again. Honestly, he can't ever remember a time when he was ever so keyed-up about sex but there was just something about Richie. There's always been something about Richie. It's easy to be like this― so desperate and needy with him that he can't even be bothered to be embarrassed about it anymore.

It might be something to think on more but thankfully (God, thank you) Richie stands and begins to press in. Again, Eddie groans loud enough that he's sure his voice echoes off the tile around them and he ultimately has to bury his face against the crook of his arm. )

Just― just take it easy but I'm fine, I'm so fucking fine.

( And he proves this by grabbing at one of Richie's hands and bringing it around to grasp his own neglected cock as another pearl of pre-cum slips down over their joined hands. )

You make me feel so good, Rich. No one could ever make me feel this good.

( Richie presses into Eddie more, letting out a moan. But then he stops, and he pulls back, and takes Eddie by the shoulders. )

Wait-- I want to see you--

( He turns Eddie, and bends to hoist him up. Honestly, Richie is surprised at how strong he is, able to pick the other man up with less effort than he thought. Maybe he got super-strong from being so fucking horny. Maybe his dick is helping him lift Eddie off the ground. Either way, he half-perches Eddie against the toilet and brings his dick to Eddie's hole again, sliding into him once more.

Then he brings his attention to Eddie's leaking, aching cock. Richie wraps a hand around it, thumbing over the slit. )

I love you-- Eds, fuck-- I love you.

( It's hard to control the frustrated noise that Eddie makes as Richie pulls away and takes him by the shoulders. Still he can't deny the idea isn't a good one because immediately he is moaning again, color high on his cheeks as Rich manhandles him and lifts him up. It isn't terribly unknown that Eddie loves Richie's general... bigness whether its hands, shoulders or anything else in-between.

More so he likes when Richie uses that strength on him like now. It's got his whole body shivering before Richie even pushes back in, Eddie's breath hitching and letting his head fall back to thump against the tile behind him. )

I love you too. ( He says breathless, squirming. ) I love you so much. I can't wait to be married to you.

( Sappy? Sure but he's honestly a little drunk between some of the drinks he had earlier and now absolutely drunk on the feel of Richie inside him as well as his hands on him. It gets him squirming again, rocking his hips slightly and trying to urge Rich on. )

Me too, baby, me too.

( Richie can't; he can't wait to be married to Eddie, can't wait to drag him off half way through their wedding reception and fuck him just like this, and then walk out to their friends and family waiting for them. They'd probably all know exactly what they did and Richie wouldn't give a shit. He half wished Sonia was still alive so he could rub it all in her homophobic fucking face.

Take that, you evil fucking bitch, your son is happy. Look at him!!

Richie thrust his hips upwards into Eddie, burying his face in the crook of Eddie's shirt-covered shoulder. He moans, dragging his hips backwards and pushing up again, creating a steady rhythm now he was inside his fiance, now they were moving together. Richie's fingers dug into Eddie's skin, his muscles flexed and tensed as he held him up against the stall. )

Fuck-- hah-- you feel so fucking good Eds--

( He lifts his sweaty head and presses his lips to Eddie's neck, sucking a dark, puple mark into his skin. )

( Frankly― Eddie tries to keep his mother out of his thoughts always. It helps, he finds, to not even consider her in his day-to-day because just the thought alone threatens to undo what he managed to do in the short time since getting back the memories Pennywise took away. His therapist says its part of managing his CPTSD from the abuse though, honestly, he tries to avoid thinking about a lot of things during sex.

Not that he has a lot of room for any extra thoughts when Richie is doing such a fucking good job of keeping him singularly honed in on how good he feels. It still throws him for a loop because he had no idea that sex could be this good but since getting together with Richie; he's been proven wrong and shown he's been wrong on a great many things.

Kicking his leg back, he presses his foot against the stall door for support and fights to control his breathing. Eddie doesn't think its working, breath coming out in rapid fire pants and moaning high in his throat every time Richie thrusts back in. )

Because of you― hah, ah― all because of you. You make me feel fucking insane, Richie.

( He whines again, nails scratching at Richie's neck and scalp where he holds on to try and ground himself. )

Don't― don't mark me up too much. I got an important meeting on Monday, dickwad.

( Richie laughs against Eddie's skin as he ruts into him again and again, thrusting in short, sharp movements, his balls slapping against Eddie's skin. Fuck it's so good. It's so damn good Richie can barely think properly. )

What? Don't want 'em to know you get laid?

( He teases and kisses over the light mark he's left on Eddie's skin and decides not to leave any more. For now. Maybe he'll give Eddie some more later, when they've had a bit more to drink and Richie wants to mark his territory. If it were up to him, Richie would mark Eddie all over so everyone knew he was taken.

Richie's back is hunched and his clothes are sticking to him as he sweats and fucks into Eddie, but all he can focus on is the pooling of white hot in his stomach and how Eddie has him gasping and moaning into his shoulder. )

( The feeling of Richie rutting against him is just so much. It always edging on too much but Eddie doesn't think he could ever get enough of it. Their time since getting together has been eye-opening on a ridiculous number of levels as he's learned so much about himself and just what he likes.

Like how much he really, really likes their current position even if he can already hear the chuckles from his co-workers if he shows up to work marked up again. )

It's none of their fucking business— ( He says with another whine high up in his throat, slamming his foot against the stall door and shifting just enough that Richie is slamming into him just right. ) Fuck, Richie. Just like that, right there—

( But just as soon as Eddie is finally letting himself go, the bathroom door opens and Eddie slams a hand over Richie's mouth and bites down hard on his own lip. What the fuck— what the actual fuck. Who the hell would come to a bathroom this out of the fucking way?

He breathes in slowly and glares at Richie, shifting uncomfortably and just wishing that they could fucking keep going especially when he's this goddamn horny. )

( Too fucking right it was none of their business. Richie smirks against Eddie's neck and licks over the light mark he's made, so tempted to go back and make it darker. But he doesn't want Eddie to come back from work next week huffing about how his colleagues were talking about their sex life. Richie does that on stage enough as it is.

Right there. Richie takes the as his cue to keep up the pace, to keep his hips positioned just like that so he can slam himself into Eddie over and over again; Richie moans loudly, feeling himself get close-- and then there's a hand over his mouth and Richie stops his hips, looking wide-eyed at Eddie. For a moment he's confused until he hears someone pottering about just outside their stall.

Fuck. Fuck. Richie pants hard against Eddie's hand, his heart hammering in his chest. He's trying to get his breath back as quietly as he can, cramp building in his hip and his ass from their position now stilled.

Get the fuck out of here, asshole! Richie thinks, desperately wants to say.

( It's an awkward angle, to say the least. No matter which way Eddie moves, it shifts Richie inside him and edges a moan up in his throat that he has to quickly cover up by biting his tongue.

Carefully he reaches out, pulling Richie close and trying to match their breathing together. God, fuck this guy. He's moving about at his fucking leisure while talking on his phone, saying this and that but Eddie can't hear anything over the sound of blood drumming in his ears.

Finally, finally the door opens, closes and Eddie groans outload. )

Move, move— I'm so fucking close, Rich.

( There's no hesitation from Richie as soon as he hears the door close. They were alone. Richie thrust his hips forwards and drew them back out, repeating the motion again and again, fucking hard into Eddie like his life depended on it. )

Ah- ah--- ah fuck-fuck-fuck--

( Richie cried out as he got closer and closer to his release, finally... finally spilling into Eddie, his hips stuttering, fingers digging hard into the other's skin. )

( Eddie can feel his nails digging into Richie's skin briefly before moving, grasping at the nape of his neck and knocking his head back against the tiled wall. It's too much— and not enough at all as Rich thrusts into him over and over again.

All Eddie can focus on is meeting each thrust of his hips, crying out as he feels Rich push deep inside him and come. It's so good that Eddie can't help the groan that escapes him as it finally becomes too much and he comes, spilling all over his stomach and thankfully avoiding getting any on his nice dress shirt.

Breathing in deep, he sighs— pleased and drags Richie in close for a kiss as he enjoys the calm down from their highs. )

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