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( Eddie can feel his heart hammering in his chest in the silence that follows. He wonders if he read all of this wrong and, in just a moment, Richie is gonna lash out and make a joke of the situation. Thankfully (God, thank you) the other man gives the affirmative to get out of there and he lets out a shuddering breath of air. )

Yeah, yeah. Let's go―

( He stands, grabbing his things and paying his tab before heading for the door. There isn't a pause or a glance back to see if Richie is following because he just hopes that Richie is without him having to lead him by the hand. )

( Richie doesn't know who is more eager to get out of there out of the two of them, but he follows behind happily, trying to keep some distance between them so as not to draw attention until they're out on the street.

It's quieter there than in the bar, and Richie decides to step a little closer, walking almost shoulder-to-shoulder with Eddie, daring to brush his fingers against Eddie's. )

I don't do this often, you know.

( It was a white lie. Richie didn't sleep with a lot of men now but when he'd moved out to L.A., he'd had more than his fair share. He was experienced. He didn't even know if Eddie wanted to sleep with him, but why else would he invite him back to his place? )

( He breathes out softly as Richie comes up to his side and their fingers brush with a glance over. It's just so much that he swears his heart is going to drum out of his fucking chest but for a moment Eddie lets their pinkies link but just as quickly he lets go. )

Me neither but, like I said, there's just something about you.

( Carefully and with extreme care he twists the ring on his left hand. )

I― I just want to see you. All of you.

( Richie feels like he's been on a first date with this guy, not just met him. He feels sick, his stomach churning as their pinkies link and then let go as they walk. Fuck. His hands are sweating. He feels like he's definitely going to vomit. )

Yeah. That sounds nice. I want that... How much further?

It's just right up here.

( And, thankfully, it isn't a long walk to the hotel and an even shorter trip up the elevator to his room. It's comfy, small and thankfully booked only for himself so there isn't any worry about coworkers lumbering in during the best parts.

There's another small pause, Eddie's eyes focused on the windows and twisting the ring on his finger before he turns to Richie. As if trying not to scare the other man (or maybe― himself) he moves carefully, hands reaching up to cup his face and lifting up ever-so-slightly to press a kiss against his lips before asking softly: )

This okay?

( He's kissing him. Eddie's kissing him and Richie sucks in a breath. His hands are shaky and it takes a moment, just Eddie's question, to have Richie nodding and reaching for him, crashing his lips hard against Eddie's.

It just takes that, and he's grabbing for Eddie, deepening the kiss by pushing his tongue into Eddie's mouth and letting out an eager moan ).

Yeah-- yeah, fuck it's good--

( If he was someone else then maybe Eddie would get a laugh out of just how desperate Richie seems. Instead his hands dip down, wrapping about his shoulders and pulling their bodies close together as he moans into Richie's mouth.

Ultimately, he steps back and reaches out for one Richie's hands to bring them toward bed but stops as he notices something that gives him pause―

A jagged scar cutting across Richie's palm. One that almost neatly matches the one on his own hand. )

Hah― looks like this was meant to be, yeah?

Huh?

( Richie was so distracted by Eddie and his perfect fucking face that he didn't realise what he was talking about until he looked down at their hands. Both of their palms had the same scar. Richie huffed a laugh and looked up. )

Yeah-- how about that?

( He wanted to talk more about it, to figure out what the fuck that meant, but he was horny and Eddie was there with his stupid brown eyes and his perfect fucking face. So he grabbed him, dragging him towards the bed.

So how do you wanna do this--?

( This time Eddie does chuckle as he allows himself to be dragged along toward the bed. It feels as if the scar on his palm is burning now that he's acknowledged that they share yet another weird similarity but its all forgotten with Richie's question.

He feels so overwhelmed that he almost feels the need to start running at the mouth with everything he wants. Instead he takes a breath and breathes out through his nose before smiling warmly up at Richie. Carefully he reaches up, beginning to undo the buttons of Richie's stupid Hawaiian shirt. )

Figured we could start with losing the clothes and then you fuck me so I don't forget you. So I regret even going back to New York. How does that sound?

( Richie doesn't expect the boldness from Eddie and his eyebrows rise before he smirks. )

That's a great fucking idea, Eds.

( He helps Eddie with undoing the buttons on his shirt, pulling it from his shoulders and down his arms. He drops it to the floor without a care in the world and pulls at Eddie's shirt, not caring for the material. It's in the way. Richie wants it gone.

He's hit with the sudden urge to be a little rougher, and he doesn't resist it. Richie tugs at Eddie's clothes, pulling them from his body as his lips find Eddie's and move down his jaw and his neck, teeth grazing over his skin. )

I tend to have a lot of great fucking ideas.

( He can't even be bothered to be annoyed by the continued nickname. It doesn't help that the name alone, said by Richie, seems to get his heart beating like a drum in his chest. Though, in truth, his heart has been beating a song in his chest since the moment he laid eyes on the other man. It's completely different from any way that he's ever felt with anyone and yet-

And yet its so familiar it makes him so fucking sad.

Thankfully, Richie's motions are enough to get him out of those worried thoughts and he follows through with getting his shirt off. He throws it somewhere out of sight and tugs at the other man's belt as teeth grazes against his neck with a shuddering breath. )

Fuck. It's crazy how good you make me feel.

Yeah you really do, like inviting me back here to fuck you.

( Richie grins, talking against Eddie’s skin. He’s obsessed with him already and they barely know each other. At the same time, though, Richie feels like he’s known Eddie all his life. It’s an odd feeling, one he doesn’t want to dwell on because he feels like if he does he’s going to get upset. Crying during sex is incredibly unsexy.

So he busies himself with moving down, kissing Eddie’s skin as he moves, licking over a nipple and down his navel. Richie’s on his knees, grabbing at Eddie’s pants and opening them quickly so he can pull the man’s hard cock from his pants. Fuck. Finally. He feels like he’s been waiting years for this.

There’s no hesitation in Richie as he opened his mouth and licks a swipe up the underside of Eddie’s dick, breathing in his scent and aching in his own underwear. If Eddie was a drug, Richie is fucking addicted. He wraps his lips around the head of Eddie’s dick and sucks, opening his mouth wider, relaxing his jaw to take more of the other man in. )

Definitely my best idea.

( It's insane just how good Richie's lips feel against his skin even doing just as simple as speaking again it. Still, like Richie, he can't bring himself to think about it too long because it makes his eyes burn with the threat of tears.

So thankfully Richie keeps distracting him in the best of ways because as he licks and kisses down his body. His breath comes out with a shaky sound, falling back into a seated position atop the bed as Richie gets pants undone.

He can't help watching with wide-eyes, licking his lips and making a sound close to a sob as Richie finally wraps his lips around he aching cock. Carefully, he reaches out and runs his hand through Richie's hair before clutching and pulling slightly. )

( Richie wants to say something back, but his mouth is full of cock and he doesn't want to change that. He agrees, though: this was definitely the best idea Eddie has ever had and he doesn't even know the man. Maybe.

Richie hollows his cheeks and takes more of Eddie in, all the way to the hilt, his nose in Eddie's trim pubic hair and the head of Eddie's dick against the back of his throat. Richie does his best not to gag, but after a couple of moments he does and pulls back. A string of spit connects Richie's swollen, wet lips to Eddie's dick and he heaves a breath, smiling, before going again. He can't get enough. He bobs his head forward and backwards, slurping away at Eddie. His own aching cock leaks, pre-cum smearing against the inside of his boxers. )

( Eddie can't help but stare as Richie works his mouth. Fuck, yeah, Trashmouth indeed but Eddie is over the moon watching the scene before him. Without a lot of thought, he reaches out and runs his fingers through his partner's hair before gripping and pulling lightly. )

Fuck— you look amazing... like you were made for this.

( Honestly, Richie looks so amazing that Eddie feels another twist of his heart in his chest. It's so familiar that once again he feels breathless though that could just be the amazing blowjob that has him pulling and twisting at Richie's hair. )

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