respirations | ― open post.

❪ the smile is telling and hell, he gets it. his own mom wasn't a gift to anyone and his dad had died when he was so young that the only thing eddie finds he remembers is the smell of the cologne that he wore. neither of them weren't exactly blessed with the best family situation but, in the end, they at least had each other. ❫

My turn then. ❪ he repeats as he presses a kiss to richie's brow after the other ducks to kiss his jaw. ❫

I guess I'm sort of curious what it would be like if you tied my hands up. I like touching you so I'm sure it would probably drive me fucking insane. None of that Fifty Shades shit though but, you know, something basic.

[This was nice, it wasn't doing anything exactly but talking about it and actually discussing desires was a good step in the right direction for them. It's been so touch and go for so long, slipping into the routine was a safe haven and so they never explored each other in the way most lovers did.]

I have no problem tying you up, blindfolding you. I won't go full sex dungeon but we can start small and work up from there.

Anything else I should know you devious little shit?

[The way the last few words roll of his tongue in a purr are meant more chiding than anything else, but his hand does find Eddie's fingers looping through his in a gesture of support.]

❪ it was surprisingly nice for a change. eddie rather likes these moments where they can just be themselves with each other, open up and give everything away. he trusts rich, after all. trusts him with his life and definitely trusts him here as well, especially when he is the only person eddie has ever truly let his guard down for.

he shoots rich a playful look at his words, grinning but he takes his hand and sighs. ❫

Riding you like that, tied up and blindfolded, I think I'd really like that. ❪ he says as his free hand snakes its way underneath rich's shirt and coming to rest against warm skin. ❫ Or, you know, maybe... you finishing on my face.

[Wow. That's quite the image, and Richie would be lying if he ever said he didn't entertain similar ideas alone in the shower or at home on days off while Eddie was at work. One, in particular, that took place in his office, but he was human and new to this particular sexual avenue, it made those desires unyielding now that he could finally act on them.

Richie doesn't realize how quiet he's been until he heaves out a sigh through his nose, the kind of which makes his stomach and hips stutter under Eddie's attention.]

Wow.

[A small winded sort of chuckle escapes him, the last part definitely got him going, and it's stupid - makes him feel like a teenager again.]

❪ he chews lightly on his bottom lip, unable to help himself and wondering what might just be going through his head after eddie's admission. his hand idly strokes along the skin his hand rests as he stares upwards at rich curiously.

thankfully, he doesn't have to wonder long because he heaves a sigh out through his nose and ed can feel the way his body stutters under him. ❫

That's a good wow, I hope. ❪ he says with a half chuckle. ❫

[This new interesting and totally unexplored territory was just begging to be conquered. It's a lot for Richie, who spent most of his life trying to stamp down the desires he had, in particular for Eddie.

The stolen moments they shared in Derry were fleeting but meaningful, the sort of interaction that you keep as close to your heart as possible. It didn't all come screaming back to him until he saw him, after twenty-seven years, actually saw him and wanted nothing but to make up for all the lost time.

Eddie was married, Richie was uncomfortably jealous and things just never slowed down enough for them to talk. Really talk. It all came to a head in the most horrifying way. Now, living the dream, there are times when Richie feels like maybe he doesn't deserve it but it's too easy to sink comfortably back into Eddie's arms and forget about the insecurity. Things were too good right now to take for granted.]

A very good wow. I had no idea you were such a kinky little minx.

[What's sexuality got to do with a damn thing, living their truth opened up so many different doorways for them.]

Oh, Jesus. That's - quite an image. Fuck.

[Rich plops his head back down into the pillow dramatically, turns his cheek and gives Eddie a stupid smile.]

❪ after twenty-seven years of separation, eddie could have never imagined this as an end result when they saw one another again in the restaurant. there had been a lot of thoughts, sure. it comes with the territory of suddenly remembering everything that they had forgotten since leaving derry all that time ago.

they were different people who had gone down different paths in life and although he wondered just what might have happened had they not forgotten each other there was still a part of them that had never changed. a part of him that wanted to stay at richie's side.

and although it took time (and literally the worst almost happening) they were together now and, as far as he was concerned, that wouldn't change. they wouldn't drift apart and forget one another again. ❫

Come on, Rich. ❪ he says with a flush of red to his features even in the low light of their room but he smiles just as stupid and goofy in return. ❫

It's the truth though. I think there's a lot of things that I'd be willing to try with you because I know you'll take care of me.

We haven't even done that yet.

[Not for lack of wanting to, but originally Richie had been really nervous about the full immersion of it when Eddie was healing up. Something about penetrating him just overwhelmed him to the point of never wanting to try during his physical therapy and then it just went on to not happen. The gap in their sexuality kind of just stayed that way.

Richie's got his hands on his chest, thinking about the long term of it all, weighing the pros and cons in his head.]

I would definitely have to finger fuck you first. [His mouth twists up into this hand caught in the cookie jar sort of look that he'd always sported as kids when he knew he was about to get in trouble.] You might have to sit on my face.

Well, yeah... that doesn't mean it won't happen.

❪ eddie can only shrug lightly because he gets the reasoning behind why things have gone the way they have. why the gap happened and why it kind of lingers. he's not so bothered by the whole thing like when he was weaker and in the earlier days of his physical therapy. sitting up slightly, he rests his head on an open palm and looks curiously upwards at richie.

once he talks though, eddie can't help the huff of air that escapes him as he reaches up and pinches at a cheek. ❫

I might? ❪ he repeats with a laugh. ❫ Yeah, I just might have to.

Oh, it'll happen.

[Richie was a man with a wild imagination, to begin with, and Eddie definitely wasn't helping. A thrill shoots through him when Eddie grabs his cheek and with a hearty laugh he uses that same hand to push Eddie back down into the mattress, and place a playful bite on the curve of his neck.]

Maybe sooner than later if you're not careful.

❪ 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.

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