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[ 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. ]

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[ There's a part of Eddie that knows it's wrong for him to say that - I love you - because of what they're doing, because he's not really capable of rational speech, but at the same time he truly does feel it. He loves Richie. And, heat or not, he knows this is far better than his sham of a marriage. ]

Yes, [ he replies immediately, nodding his head and pushing all thoughts of his wife to the back of his brain. ] Yes, Richie, please --

[ It's a big deal. Eddie's never thought much about it, either, but every molecule in his body is telling him that this is right. He hooks his legs around Richie's waist to draw him closer, a stream of desperate whimpers falling from his lips each time the other man thrusts into him. ]

I want it, I want it, Richie -- [ he makes a high-pitched, keening sort of sound as he presses his face against Richie's shoulder, his toes curling as he imagines what it'll feel like to be filled by an alpha - by his mate. ]

now it's my turn to apologize for the long wait! 😫😫😫

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[ At the affirmation, Richie presses Ed down to the bed, continuing to thrust into him, using the new position to angle their hips just so, allowing him to drive down into the omega under him. It was like he just knew how this was supposed to go. The Alpha in him knew, he just had to let it happen now. Because Eddie - his Eddie - wanted him just as much, just as badly. ]

You'll get it, baby. I've got you. I've got you.

Gonna fill you up over and over.

[ Because he needed to now. Desperate to come inside his mate in ways he had never allowed himself to feel before. ]

soooo I realize it's been forever but... :') ♥

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[ How could Eddie have ever been with anyone else? No one's ever made him feel like this before: safe, wanted, truly loved. Having sex with Myra had never been like this, not once, not even the first time. Eddie feels like he could float away if Richie let go of him.

So it's a good thing they're locked together, a good thing that Richie's fucking him into the mattress. Eddie arches beneath him, trying to take him in deeper, tears forming at the edge of his eyelids as he's fucked by the one person he truly loves most in the world. His fingernails dig into Richie's skin as he clutches at the larger man, hanging on for dear life. ]

Please, [ he whispers, totally gone, ready to take it. ] Richie, I love you, I love you so much, please put it in me, fuck --