( there are some different iterations of the shift that richie can force — werewolf is man and wolf of course, but it's not a black and white defining line between the two. there are parts of him capable of being both at once, bipedal but furry, a long snout but with opposable fingers — all the better to grab you with, my dearie. it happens, from one bone crackle of magic to the next, as richie lets out a panting cackle at eddie's shouting. if he were feeling more obnoxious, he's lick his previously dick sucking tongue on eddie's cheek, but he's instead more taken by the squeeze of his hand, amicably filling out his palm with a soft exhale of arousal.
what does he want? he watches eddie with hooded eyes for an extended amount of time, almost comically letting his pink tongue lick across his lips in thought, like he's debating how best to eat eddie, which parts should come first. realistically, it's not that different from what's really crossing his mind — indulgence to eat like indulgence to fuck, the push and pull of the moon crossing some hairs along the way, or maybe just amplifying the constant horny richie has in reference to eddie. is it even fair to blame it on the moon?
making a decision, richie is slow while he sits up, gently nosing into eddie's space as one large hand wraps itself entirely around his thigh, the other around his bicep as he eases him down onto his back, huge body keeping him spread out and pinned down as richie lowers himself further. well. he had the chance to get rid of his underwear, so richie imagines that he won't much miss these if he just — drops the hold on his thigh and slides a careful claw around the center strip of his briefs, slicing it off with one, quick motion, following it up by ripping the elastic waistband the rest of the way off. exposed now, richie moves his massive head downwards, tongue licking a hot stripe across his dick, big enough to cover the entirety of it and still have plenty tongue left over to flatten on the low part of his belly.
he looks suspiciously smug, having eddie at his literal mercy — and yet all the bloodthirsty beast wants is to pull out his own teeth, so he can suck cock better. instead, he settles on just licking, hot tongue wrapping around eddie's cock until he's dripping with saliva. )
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what does he want? he watches eddie with hooded eyes for an extended amount of time, almost comically letting his pink tongue lick across his lips in thought, like he's debating how best to eat eddie, which parts should come first. realistically, it's not that different from what's really crossing his mind — indulgence to eat like indulgence to fuck, the push and pull of the moon crossing some hairs along the way, or maybe just amplifying the constant horny richie has in reference to eddie. is it even fair to blame it on the moon?
making a decision, richie is slow while he sits up, gently nosing into eddie's space as one large hand wraps itself entirely around his thigh, the other around his bicep as he eases him down onto his back, huge body keeping him spread out and pinned down as richie lowers himself further. well. he had the chance to get rid of his underwear, so richie imagines that he won't much miss these if he just — drops the hold on his thigh and slides a careful claw around the center strip of his briefs, slicing it off with one, quick motion, following it up by ripping the elastic waistband the rest of the way off. exposed now, richie moves his massive head downwards, tongue licking a hot stripe across his dick, big enough to cover the entirety of it and still have plenty tongue left over to flatten on the low part of his belly.
he looks suspiciously smug, having eddie at his literal mercy — and yet all the bloodthirsty beast wants is to pull out his own teeth, so he can suck cock better. instead, he settles on just licking, hot tongue wrapping around eddie's cock until he's dripping with saliva. )