[ the brush of eddie's lips on his is electrifying and achingly sweet all at once, the painful culmination of too many forcibly abandoned thoughts. he lets out a shaky breath against eddie's parted lips, pushes back with gentle pressure, lets him set the pace for a minute. the first sweep of his tongue over eddie's lower lip alone could break his heart. he's thinking about things he long laid to rest: what kissing eddie had been like twenty years ago. how long he's loved him and didn't even know.
the clipped, near-shattered tone of eddie's voice would make him laugh if he wasn't so fucking feral. he takes eddie's face in his hands obligingly, fingertips sliding over the sharp angles of his jawline to tilt him up at a better angle. all this so richie can kiss him hotly, hungrily, biting his mouth open harsh and sharp so he can shove his tongue inside. ]
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the clipped, near-shattered tone of eddie's voice would make him laugh if he wasn't so fucking feral. he takes eddie's face in his hands obligingly, fingertips sliding over the sharp angles of his jawline to tilt him up at a better angle. all this so richie can kiss him hotly, hungrily, biting his mouth open harsh and sharp so he can shove his tongue inside. ]