[ 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 --
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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 --