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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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[respirations]

( 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. )

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( 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.

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( 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.

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( 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. )

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( 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. )