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[respirations]

( 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?

[realtrashmouth]

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--?

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( 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?

[realtrashmouth]

( 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. )

[respirations]

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.

[realtrashmouth]

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. )

[respirations]

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. )

[realtrashmouth]

( 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. )

[respirations]

( 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. )