respirations | ― open post.

Yeah, well... can you blame me? I always want you.

❪ he says it with the smallest hint of a smile on his face but it's hard to keep up when his body is so busy near screaming out for more. all he can do is rock his body in time with how rich moves his fingers and try to keep some semblance of sense about him as he busily tries to blink the flashes of white out of his eyes.

he doesn't get much of a chance because already richie is moving, pressing in and it's white-hot but amazing. eddie finds he can't help (doesn't want to help) the sound that bubbles up in his throat as pleasure bleeds through his voice, gripping harder at the sheets under them and back arching in pleasure.

much like rich, it was hard for eddie not to just let the other man do just that. he'd love nothing more than to be pressed against this mattress and fucked senseless but there's also this piece of him that wants this to last. it's still a question of who will win out but he is sure of one thing: ❫

Fu-fuck. And you always feel so fucking perfect, Rich.

We're gonna be up all night at this rate.

[It's not really another line, it's an actual realization. The minute he slips in past the threshold his level of energy changes drastically. One once had been aloof, was now brimming with passion and unrest, ready to fucking come undone with each swing of his hips.

Richie hadn't even begun the build-up yet, but each time their hips meet it brings about such an intense feeling that it's all he can do to kiss away the words on Eddie's lips, eyes wrenched shut to maintain some sense of self in it all. The last thing he needs is to see, what he's doing to Eddie, lose control, and spillover too soon.]

Good thing we got that nap in then, huh?

❪ although eddie manages a grin, it vanishes under the kisses rich places against his lips and just the simple pleasure bleeding into every bit of him. he can understand the realization though as his own energy is off the charts as he moves with that needy want to feel everything that rich has to offer.

and, yet, it's still hard to keep it all together. he's quickly losing focus, giving himself up to the motions and the pleasure that seemingly burns through him every time their hips meet. he wants so badly for this to last but fuck if rich wasn't making it hard. ❫

The nap.

[A throaty laugh escapes him, chased away by a desperate sort of sound as he hits into a sweet spot of Eddie's that has him trembling. Richie knows he has to pace himself so the neediness of his thrusts moves into something slower and more sensual. Each swing of his hips is pronounced in a way that took every bit of focus he had.]

Eddie, I love you so- augh so fucking much.

[The precise strokes take work and to ground himself Richie pulls an arm over his chest and to his jaw to pull him into another long kiss, his tongue laves right into his mouth. He can taste the remains of the cocktail Eddie had before they came up to his room on his lips, pineapple- some kind of citrus. He sighs out against the roll of his tongue and slips further into the feeling a mess of oversensitive nerves and heightened emotion.]

❪ although a laugh blossoms up in his throat it quickly dies with a desperate moan as richie needy thrusts slow into something more and each stroke continues to hit him perfectly. it leaves him near whimpering, trembling and breathing in a quickened pace that he tries to bring under control. the words get another longing sound out of him, head bowed slightly but finally managing to speak: ❫

I love you, ah— I love you so much.

❪ he's surprised that he manages so much because he is slowly losing himself to the mess of pleasure between them. it makes eddie thankfully when rich pulls his arm around him, pulls him back against him and kisses away any sense he might have still had left.

all he can keep doing is moving his hips, meeting rich's every move and lingering in his kiss. ❫

[It's this exact moment that has Richie grateful for the position he chose, it makes it simpler and each sweeping movement of his hips pushes him further and further into that sweet spot of Eddie's. It coils his stomach, has his hair wet with sweat. Yeah, he loses time, but the whole thing is building and it's hot as hell, more aroused than he's been in a long time and when he comes close, he can tell by the music they never turned off when they walked into their room that they've been at it for once cycle of the play through already.]

Eddie. I'm close. So close.

[It's true too, and for a change of pace, he moves Eddie's leg up a little higher to help himself along and picks up the pace with manic beats of his hips into the oblivion of his own climax. He chases the sensation away with shallow dips of hips, and a deep slow kiss.

They'd fucked each other before, sure, but this was a different sort of release. The orgasm itself lasts a little longer after he cums and while he normally would've pulled out to keep Eddie from any clean up he doesn't make it, and he's panting and sighing against his shoulder in the aftermath. Quite literally quivering from the power of it.]

❪ by this point, the only thing keeping eddie upright and moving is rich's arm around him. while one hand continues to tightly hold at the sheets, he moves the other to grip at rich's sweat drenched hair with another needy, longing sound that leaves his whole body shuddering around him.

although he hears richie, he can only nod weakly and bite his bottom lip. he can feel that warmth, that unmistakable pull of his own climax coming and as rich picks up the pace— he nearly cries out before it's smothered in a kiss. it's lost in the kiss that he feels himself finally hit his own climax, spilling out over his own hand and the sheets under them.

and, god— yeah. this was something else entirely from every other time they had been together. he doesn't even care that rich didn't pull out. eddie is so caught up in the moment, the sensation of everything that he can only lean forward and find comfort in the weight of rich laying against him as his own body shivers pleasantly. ❫

Holy fuck. That was amazing.

Oh my god. Oh my god.

[Richie swallows down a thick lump in his throat and laughs when he realizes his glasses are a little fogged over. He would pull them off and clean them but he can't do anything but lie languidly behind Eddie, and even just pulling out of him after the mind-blowing session they'd just had has a gentle sound leaving his lips, all nerves and senses tripled.]

Jesus. I don't think we've ever gone that hard. Shit. Are you okay?

[His hand finds Eddie's hip to pull him close, so they could be face to face and he pushes his forehead against his as he works at catching his breath.]

❪ he breathes out an overly content sound as he feels rich pull out, leaning back and tightening the hold eddie has in richie's hair ever-so-briefly. already, eddie finds, he misses the closeness but he likes it better being able to turn and face him. a dopey, goofy smile on his lips as he simply nods along with the words. ❫

I am perfect, Rich. ❪ he says breathless but clearly pleased. ❫ Never felt better.

❪ he continues to smile as their foreheads rest together, only pausing briefly to reach up and remove richie's glasses. intent on cleaning them himself as he presses a kiss to richie's chin and laughs. ❫

I'd sure hope so. You just blew my mind.

[Richie's pretty sure it's the best he's ever had, not this his chart for comparison is very large but his whole body is still thrumming with pleasure in the aftermath of the all-out fuck fest they'd just had.]

You just blew my fucking mind.

❪ he sets richie's glasses back on his face carefully, offering another dopey smile before arms come to wrap around the other's middle and eddie seems intent on getting them both laying down. he'll have to clean up eventually but, until then, he can instead enjoy being pressed close against richie's warm skin in the meantime. ❫

Coming here was the best idea.

Yeah, no. We earned it.

[That and so much more, the way Richie meets Eddie's eyes might be a bit sentimental but he can't help it. Being this close, with freshly cleaned glasses, it's difficult to not appreciate him in all his fucked out glory. How much time had they lost with each other because of the hell that lived under Derry?

If they had remembered, this all could have happened so much sooner. Yeah, getting clean would need to happen but it was something Richie agreed could wait. He steals a gentle kiss, this one sweet and lasting in a way he'd been longing to kiss him since they'd left LA.]

Eddie, I'm really so fucking lucky to have you here. You know that? To even fucking be somewhere like this with you.

❪ he meets the sentimental look with one of his own as eddie's hand comes up to cup richie's cheek, smiling fondly. although he tries not to think too much about what what was lost to them there is always a touch of sadness, a touch of anger when he does spare the thought to what had lingered over them for all those decades.

he melts into the kiss instead, returning it with a content hum and breathing out a sigh at his words. ❫

Yeah, uh, I know because I'm so fucking lucky to have you here with me. I couldn't have imagined something like this a year ago. I couldn't have thought I'd ever be this happy.

What do you want to tomorrow? It's probably like five in the morning or something. We might as well plan the day.

[No expense was spared, and Richie's still wearing the rose-colored goggles of their seriously intense romp. He'd agree to just about anything.]

Besides walk on the beach, I mean. I'm gonna need a recovery period of at least two hours before we go for another round.

Could sit in the hot tub and watch the sunrise.

❪ he says with a shrug of his shoulders, eddie more than content just to stay pressed against richie currently and absently run his fingers along his side. ❫

But, yeah, hard pass on walking right around the beach right now. I need a rest after all that.

Awww. Are you sore, my little Eddie Spaghetti?

[To punctuate the gentle chiding, Richie runs a firm hand over Eddie's hip, massaging the skin under it. Richie himself was sore, but being on the bottom he knew that had been tripled for Eddie.]

Wanna just take a nice soak with the love of your life?

❪ and, in turn, eddie just makes a face. not so much at the words but rather the nicknames because god if he doesn't hate it with a passion still. so much so that he can't help rolling his eyes even if the gentle massaging is more than welcomed. ❫

A nice soak or drowning him, I haven't decided quite yet.

You've already tried to drown me, didn't take.

[More than once Richie had sent Eddie shrieking during trips to the Quarry. They'd get in a slap fight in the water and then Eddie would be quite literally scaling him. Height played to his advantage there too.]

You're like a fucking cockroach, I get it. It'll be you and them at the end of the world.

❪ because he remembers those trips to the quarry. he's a little more fond of this trip so far and leans up, pressing a gentle kiss to richie's lips. ❫

You, me, and them you mean.

[Life wasn't worth living if Eddie wasn't in it, it's clear in his tone and he leans back into him gently to return the kiss.]

So, should I draw a bath? Soothe those sore muscles.

As if you could get rid of me now.

❪ because, yeah, he gets it. life without richie isn't something he ever wants to think about ever let alone consider. thankfully, kissing helps rid him of those thoughts as he melts into it and curls against rich's side. ❫

Mm, yeah. That sounds perfect.

I wouldn't want to.

[Richie didn't bother putting his clothes back on, since being naked was part of the benefit of the bath. The water is just hot enough but not scalding, and Richie used some of the supplied bath bombs and bubble bath that had been left for them. It smelled like a coconut-infused paradise.]

You ready, babe?

[Richie settles into the jets first because it's easier given his height, but he makes sure to leave room in the tub and part his legs for Eddie, who'd taken him in full for so long- his own pleasant burn probably didn't touch Eddie's soreness.]

❪ eddie can only give a longing sigh as rich gets up and leaves for the bathroom. he takes the time to simply lay still, lounging comfortably as he listens to richie move about the bathroom and note smell of coconut that soon filled the entire room. around the time rich calls out, he's already sat up out of curiosity.

and, yeah, the soreness is a thing but it's so mixed up with all the good feelings that came with it that eddie can't bring himself to care. he's more than content to step into the bath, sighing happily, as he settles himself between richie's legs and leans back against his chest. it isn't long before he's closed his eyes, utterly pleased. ❫

I'm already partly convinced we should sell our place in LA and move here.

And not have a coffee shop around the corner or a movie theater within driving distance?

[When Eddie settles in Richie pulls his arms out and around his waist. It's bliss, and this is exactly what vacations were for. Focusing on the two of them, instead of the world around them.]

I don't think my career would do well in an island paradise. Maybe we can be frequent fliers though.

Hmm, true. Where would we be without our weekend dates to the movies?

❪ eddie says, grinning with eyes still closed as tilts his head back slightly. his hands, meanwhile, dip to rest atop richie's own around his waist and lets their fingers slightly lace together. ❫

Anniversary trips, maybe? ❪ and then, without a lot of thought being still so blissed out: ❫ Definitely a honeymoon worthy trip though.

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