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[ Honestly? Eddie hadn't entirely realized it himself until just now. But being back in Derry, being next to Richie, remembering all the shit they've gone through together - it makes Eddie feel something he's never felt with anyone else.

It feels right. ]

You okay? [ he asks, huffing out a weak laugh as he watches Richie react to his admission. He keeps his hold on the other man's wrist, because letting go seems like the worst possible idea. Eddie's heat is making him feel warmer than usual, but Richie - Richie's skin feels like fire. It's hard to resist the urge to press himself against the other man entirely. ]

[ He blinks his eyes a few times as he nods. Not sure if it's the revelation after all these years getting to him or all the heightened everything making his eyes water. Everything feels so much more intense like this, more than it ever has during his other ruts.

Maybe it really is because Eddie has been the mate he's wanted all this time. ]

Yeah, yeah. I'm just--

[ "Overwhelmed" is a good word right now but his brain can't even grab onto that. ]

It's a lot.

[ The hand attached to the wrist Eddie is holding finally reaches out to touch the side of Eddie's face, fingers careful about the stitching from the stab wound Bowers gave him earlier. Richie had been more than a little shocked by his actions at the time of killing the man but looking back now? He's glad he did it. Not just for trying to kill Mike but for hurting Eddie. His Eddie.

At least... ]

You're sure? Once I kiss you, man, I... I don't think I'm gonna stop.

[ He keeps asking but he's already inched closer without realizing it. ]

[ Seeing Richie tear up like that makes Eddie's heart throb. How has it taken him this long to realize the thing he always wanted was standing right there in front of him? How long has Richie had to wait for him to truly understand?

It can't just be their hormones causing all of this. Eddie's read enough about human biology to know that much. ]

Yeah, [ he replies, feeling almost equally overwhelmed - not least because this is the first time he's ever seriously considered being mated. Thoughts of Myra drift to the front of his brain but he pushes them back, not willing to deal with those consequences just yet.

And Richie - he said Eddie deserved better. That alone presses several of Eddie's Omega buttons.

The press of Richie's fingers against his skin makes Eddie suck in a breath; the touch is so gentle, so loving, it's impossible not to press into it. This is what he needs, his body tells him; a strong Alpha who cares for him, who can protect him.

Then Richie goes and says that thing about kissing and Eddie's eyes go wide. The gap between them closes, and he knows it's the Alpha's job to make the first moves but he's so far past caring at this point that he simply mutters, ]

Then don't stop.

[ -- before closing that gap and pressing their lips together in a hungry, desperate kiss. ]

[ Doesn't help they all lost so many years to that monster. All the memories and possibilities gone. Who cares about Alpha and Omega "rules". They've never applied to them. Eddie's always acted more like an Alpha than Richie and Richie is usually pretty content to let other Alpha's take the lead.

But here, with just them in this room, memories returned and everything that entailed, they were like a perfect fit for the other.

Especially with Eddie being the one to kiss first. It was all Rich needed to finally give in to what his body wanted -- and what his heart had always needed.

He kisses back with just as much hunger, his other arm wrapping around Ed to pull him in closer, pressing their bodies together finally. He moans into the kiss, the heat rushing through every inch of his body and feeling himself becoming painfully hard in record timing. Still not something he ever enjoyed about his ruts. ]

[ If there's one thing Eddie's learned from all the shit they've gone through, it's not to waste any more time. Who knows what will happen? None of them expected to lose their memories, but it happened anyway. Who's to say they won't die tomorrow? It's not something Eddie likes to think about, but now that he's come so close to death it feels more possible than ever.

So - fuck Myra. Fuck his old life. Fuck everything.

Feeling Richie respond with equal fervour sets all of Richie's nerve endings on fire, and in just a few seconds his rational mind goes completely dormant, his Omega side taking over. Just kissing Richie is enough to take in those potent Alpha pheromones, causing a biological reaction that leaves him entirely at Richie's mercy.

The press of the other's body against his own makes his head swim, and when he feels Richie get hard like that he can't help but grind up against him. ]

Fuck -- [ he breaks the kiss to gasp, his fingers clutching at Richie's biceps to keep himself upright. ]

[ Rich feels his hips move on instinct before he can think better of it, panting and nipping at Eddie's lips as he does so. Eventually, he manages to get out: ]

Bed. Get on the bed.

[ He needs to close and lock the door -- and get his pants off before his own rational mind takes a backseat in all this. ]

[ While just a minute ago Eddie was the aggressor, now he feels more than ready to take commands. Even though he doesn't entirely love the fact that he's an Omega - the lack of control always freaks him out - doing this with Richie just feels right.

Part of being in heat is offering yourself up for the taking, so he does as he's told and scrambles over to the bed. He stumbles out of his clothes along the way, so that by the time he's actually on the mattress he's only wearing his underwear - and there's a prominent wet spot on his rear thanks to the slick his body's producing. ]

[ After Richie locks the door, he stumbles out of his own pants, hitting the floor with his knees. He hisses out a "fuck" but is still determined to get out of them, using the edge of the bed for leverage. He's definitely not the smoothest or domineering of Alphas. He shit talks and knows how to kill a guy if pressed but aside from that? He feels very much like he's driving blind. He's not even sure what to do with his glasses.

He just knows he feels better naked, his skin far too hot and his cock already leaking from the head. He stares down at Eddie for a moment, ]

Damn, you look really fucking good, Eds.

[ Before he's getting on the bed and starting to tug the other man's underwear off. ]

[ Once Richie starts taking his pants off, all Eddie can really do is stare. He's never seen Richie naked - okay, maybe once or twice as kids, but that doesn't count - and, considering the state of mind he's in, it's quite a sight to behold.

He doesn't even notice the stumbling, too distracted by the size and thickness of Richie's erection. It makes him produce even more of that messy self-lubricant, and in the back of his mind he hopes whoever cleans this room doesn't send them a bill for having to buy new sheets. There's absolutely no way he's not gonna soak right through them at this rate.

When Richie gets to the bed and makes eye contact with him again, it's impossible not to flush from both embarrassment and pleasure. He's never really liked being naked, but right now it's the only thing he wants. So he quickly lifts his hips to help Richie remove the last bit of fabric separating them. ]

I need you so fucking bad, Rich, [ he says, his expression growing more and more desperate by the second. At this point he barely even cares about prep; he just wants Richie's cock inside of him, claiming him. ]

[ All Richie can see is the man he's loved for years, naked before him and wanting him. Him. It's almost enough to break his brain if he were to really stop and take stock of it all. Luckily for them both, his rut spurs him on into action. His body tensing at the smell of Eddie's heat once the ruined underwear is removed. His glasses are tossed somewhere before he's spreading the other's legs and is back on his knees on the floor, tongue licking into the almost sweet wetness. It tasted as good as it smelled to him -- or maybe that was just the Alpha in him being driven by pure need.

He licks and sucks, his hands gripping Eddie's thighs before he's rubbing and squeezing them before they move down to his hips. He's never done this with an Omega before. It couldn't be more fitting he does it with his soon-to-be-mate. ]

[ Truthfully, Eddie has no idea just how deep Richie's feelings for him are - though he's starting to get a sense of it. His own feelings are complicated, but the combined power of his heat and Richie's rut is enough to remove any sense of confusion from his brain. All he knows is that he wants; wants this, wants to mate, wants Richie.

He sees the other man tense and it sends a thrill through his smaller body, some part of him instinctively knowing that he's about to be claimed. But he's not expecting Richie to get on his knees, nor for his own legs to be spread open so brazenly. Before Eddie can figure out what's happening he feels Richie's mouth against him and he lets out a shout, surprise and pleasure mixing together in his strained voice. ]

Holy fuck --

[ He reaches down to grab Richie's hair instinctively, though he doesn't pull him away or push him closer. No one's ever done this to him before. Sex has always been sort of perfunctory, and Myra's lack of arousal most of the time made doing anything in bed a less-than-thrilling concept. Eddie's touched himself, of course, but even then it's only been in quick, shy sessions in the dark.

A series of broken moans and whimpers trails from his throat as Richie continues, the scent of Eddie's slick filling the air between them. How could he have gone so long without this? Without the touch of an alpha, of someone who instantly knows exactly what to do to him? ]

Please -- [ he begs, not sure what he's asking for at this point. ] Please, Richie, holy shit holy shit --

[ Hearing the noises Eddie is making, feeling the way his body tenses and flexes under his hands, swallowing down more of his heat (he thought that was shit they made up for porn holy fuck), Richie just wants more. His tongue continues for a few more moments before he's moving up, up. He doesn't hesitate to wrap his mouth around the head of Eddie's cock and suck.

His hands move up as he does, between the other man's legs. His mouth continues to travel. kissing and licking at skin. It feels hot and soft and Richie's mind and body rejoice at every bit of contact he can get between them. The head of his own erection presses against the wet entrance as he takes one of Eddie's nipples into his mouth.

But he doesn't thrust in just yet. ]

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[ It's all so overwhelming that there's little Eddie can do but lie back and give himself up to the sensations flooding his body. A soft whimper escapes him when Richie finally removes his mouth, but then he's moaning again as soon as the other's lips wrap themselves around the head of his cock.

By the time Richie's made his way up to Eddie's nipples he's practically sobbing, he feels so good. His face is a mess, flushed and blotchy, his hair beginning to mat down over his forehead with sweat, his eyes wet with tears not from pain but anticipation. ]

Please, [ he says again, his voice weak and wavering, every nerve ending in his body begging for relief. His hands reach up to tangle through Richie's messy curls, and his legs spread themselves wider, more than ready to take it. ]

Richie, I want you, please -- [ he's practically breathless now, his hips bucking upwards, all too aware of just how close they are to doing this for real. ] I wanna feel you in me --

[ Richie is panting by the time he reaches Ed's face, leaning down to sloppily kiss him before looking him in the eyes again. Seeing the flushing and sweat. He could already smell the heat all around them, both of them smelling like each other. They would be mated if he did this. Never something to be done lightly. But when have their feelings for each been anything "light"?

Even as kids they felt so intensely for their friendship and the bond they had.

Now, he has the chance to make this official. Not as legally binding as marriage, perhaps, but the emotional and mental bonds would be real and strong. He reaches down to lift Eddie's hips, ]

I love you, Eds.

[ And he finally thrusts into the other man, crying out at the sensation of it. Tight and hot, wet and all-consuming. God, they were really doing this... ]

Edited 2019-10-24 01:32 (UTC)

[ Somewhere, deep in the back of his mind, Eddie knows this is wrong. He's married, after all, and even if he's admitted that he doesn't love his wife, he shouldn't be doing this until he ends things properly.

But biology isn't rational, and his body isn't listening to his better judgment any more. The only thing that matters to him now is Richie, and how close he is, how strong and kind and good he is.

The kiss is sloppy, but Eddie whimpers into it nonetheless, leaning forward to get as much contact as he can as Richie pulls away. When he feels his hips being lifted he makes that whimpering sound again, using his own strength to hold himself in place.

Then Richie goes and says he loves him, and Eddie's heart twists so painfully he can't help but choke out a sob. A second later he sobs again - this time because he's finally, finally being filled by Richie's huge, alpha-sized cock. ]

Fuck -- !!

[ His arms immediately wrap themselves around Richie's shoulders, his hips lifting further off the mattress so he can press down as far as possible. He wants all of it inside, every single inch, and once he feels it spreading him open he breaks down into a teary mess. ]

Fuck fuck fuck Richie, oh my god, oh my god --

[ The way Eddie takes him in deeper has him moaning loudly, pressing his face into the other's neck and biting down. His hips jerk up into him, relishing at the feel of them connected this way. It really was better than anything else he had experienced with anyone else.

It felt right. It felt real.

He licks at the mark he left on Ed's neck and presses kisses along his jaw and ear, ]

You okay?

[ He doesn't know if he can make himself stop, but he will fucking try if he has to. The last thing he wants to do is cause Eddie pain with this. ]

[ The pain of the bite fades into a burn that sears its way deep in Eddie's brain and heart, a physical manifestation of everything that comes with bonding to a mate. He knows it's a typical alpha response and that just makes him want it more.

The soothing strokes of Richie's tongue over the mark leave Eddie whining a little, his normally acute mental faculties completely falling apart as he's taken by his best friend. ]

I love you, [ he whimpers in response, pressing his face to the side of Richie's neck and nuzzling into the warmth he finds there. ] Please don't stop, I wanna do this for real --

[ His body knows it, and, on a subconscious level, so does he. He needs Richie to not just fuck and mate him, but to do what all alphas are designed to do to omegas: he wants Richie to breed him. ]

[ Richie almost stills at hearing Eddie say that to him. He had never dreamed he'd get to. His hips roll forward, back and then again. He keeps moving them, trying to find a good rhythm for them both. He feels tears burning behind his eyelids, his heart aching at knowing Eddie loves him too. Not just the kind between friends but more. As mates. It's almost too much to take in with everything else.

His mouth presses against the other's temple, ]

Really? You sure?

[ Because he doesn't even know what tomorrow is going to be like for them after doing this. He's never considered making a family before. But he knows if he were to do that, doing it with Eddie would be the only way. Especially after what they just went through together. His hips don't stop thrusting into the other man as he asks this, desperately wanting the friction and heat to engulf him over and over. ]

[ Richie had been out of Derry for years by this point. Twenty-one and he could barely remember his childhood there. Not that he had a lot of time to dwell on it. He had declined going to college and instead was working his way through... well, life. He wanted to do stand-up and tried at open mic nights in the city (if he could "make it" in New York, that meant he'd have no problems in L.A., right?) but he had to pay the bills while working his way up whatever ladder there was in the profession.

Most of the advice he got was to just keep trying. He was going to get unresponsive crowds, he was going to get hecklers, and he needed to just keep trying if he really wanted to be successful at it. And work better with his impressions because they all sounded the same.

So he was taking the advice to heart and doing what he had to do. This wasn't the first server job he had but he also had to grit his teeth through a lot of rude ass college kids coming in and acting like they were better than him. Like he was some grunt. He needed the paycheck, though, so he came in even when it wasn't his shift and put on his black apron, pad and pencil in the front pockets.

He walks out from the back, already clocked in and knowing the routine by this point. The music in the speakers is at least playing one of his favorite songs so that helps his mood. He can manage a polite enough smile and greet to the first table, ]

Hey, there. Are you ready to order? Or would you like to see our dinner menu?

[ It wasn't dark outside yet but it would be soon enough.

He had no idea he was looking down at his childhood best friend, Eddie Kaspbrak. There was a faint sense of deja vu but nothing strong enough to trigger that he actually knew this other person. ]

Edited 2019-10-31 09:08 (UTC)

❪ in much similar ways, eddie hasn't thought about his childhood home or his childhood in general for some time. not that he's had the time between university classes and trying to make sure he had the foundations of some job offerings when he graduated in the spring. although medical school had always been considered, eddie had ultimately opted out of the idea when the he could never pinpoint a reasoning for the decision.

perhaps some odd childhood dream he couldn't quite remember? whatever the case he, instead, found himself double majoring in fiance and accounting. he also isn't sure where the idea came up but he seemed to settle well into the courses and did well enough for some advanced classes.

one of said advance mathematics classes is what brings him to the little diner of sorts. both his dorm and the library were busy, loud and you'd think it would be the same here but maybe the rain is keeping people away. either way, he's content humming along with the music from the speakers until a voice gets his focus and he turns away from the paper of equations with a small look. ❫

Hi. ❪ he says and blinks because he's suddenly hit with the oddest feeling, one he can't quite place and ultimately shakes away before shit got weird. ❫ I, uh— just coffee right now, please.

[ The more Richie sees the eyes he really can't help but feel he knows them. He just can't place them anywhere... So weird.

He nods and puts his pad back in his apron and walks off to get the coffee. He comes back with a cup and pot, filling it up for him before asking. ]

This is gonna sound really weird but... we haven't met before, right?

❪ honestly, eddie probably stares for a moment longer than what is considered 'normal' before his gaze flickers back to his worksheet. it's only when the guy walks away that he looks up again, staring at his back with a frown.

it is weird, nothing like eddie has felt before and he can't help letting the frown stick even when the other returns with his much needed coffee. ❫

Yeah, well... if it's weird then I'm just as weird because I was thinking the same thing. I don't think we have though since I'd feel like I'd remember you.

[ Richie laughs at that but not meanly. He's genuinely amused. Nodding and still grinning, ]

Okay. So we're just two weirdos that think we know each other and don't.

[ That sounds typical of his life. ]

Let me know if you need anything else, okay?

[ And then, because he just felt like it, he winks at the guy before turning to leave again. He's got a few more tables to hit up with more people coming in. ]

This is New York. ❪ he says with a shrug because what's two more weirdos in the mix of things? ❫ I'm sure we're still on the spectrum of sorta normal, at least.

❪ and he offers a small smile up until the guy winks at him which ends terribly for eddie as he feels his face heat up. thankfully, he can turn his focus and calm down within the endless misery of math. ❫

Uh... yeah, sure, okay.

❪ he murmurs, once more peeking as he turns to leave. jesus christ, maybe calm down just a little, dude? he's just being nice, that's all. but... he had to admit there was something nice about the entire exchange like as if it was something he hadn't realized he needed. ❫

[ The one good thing about living in a city like this: you're far from being the only weird person around. Just like shooting glances at the other man as he went about serving other tables was totally normal. He was just making sure he didn't miss any signal that he wanted to order more.

It's about twenty minutes later, after he's got the orders of the other tables, that he comes back around to Eddie's table. ]

Need a refill?

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