[ 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. ]
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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. ]