[ in the beginning when eddie had first been reacquainting himself with this particular idiosyncrasy, there was a lot to process. most notably a certain thread of stomach-churning revulsion that came hand in hand with the physical transformation of flesh and muscle moving over a lengthening skeletal structure. it's disgusting, objectively, to hear the bones and cartilage snapping and readjusting as richie takes a different physical form, but much like what he suspects happens with medical students, eddie's come to accept this brand of medical horror as a natural course of his month.
and anyway, the better for richie to fuck with, apparently, if he's got opposable thumbs to hold him down with.
when eddie's moved back, he lets his body go slack, and before he's able to rid himself of his last layer of clothing, the decision's made for him. crudely, too, richie's clawed hand making quick work to avail eddie of his boxer briefs, the cotton shredding easily in his paw. ]
Hey! [ he tries, but the way his dick is red and straining against his lower belly might render this protest toothless. ] I liked those. They were new, you fucking barbarian. [ and richie is, on many normal days as well as the ones where the moon hangs full and silver in the sky, but he has the strength of a beast now, and it's nothing if not also thrilling to be wanted so forcefully.
richie wastes no time before ducking down to run his warm, pink tongue over his dick, drawing a soft gasp from eddie's throat. it's hard to appreciate the difference in sensation between human tongue and otherwise until it happens again, friction and slickness and heat covering his whole length at once before he can even utter richie's name. swearing, eddie clasps a hand to his forehead and drops his chin to watch the massive, black furry head hunched over his body, lapping at his cock like he's drinking from a water bowl.
whatever switch flipped in eddie's brain to find this arousing he doesn't know, but he files it as yet more trauma leftover from growing up in as fucked up a town as derry, maine. ]
Fuck, [ he murmurs, threading the fingers of his free hand into the fur at richie's cheek. it feels good, so good that eddie knows he can give himself over to it entirely even if he's fixated on richie's own dick that he knows must be dripping precome on the sheets between their bodies. ] Don't... nngh. Before I can touch you.
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and anyway, the better for richie to fuck with, apparently, if he's got opposable thumbs to hold him down with.
when eddie's moved back, he lets his body go slack, and before he's able to rid himself of his last layer of clothing, the decision's made for him. crudely, too, richie's clawed hand making quick work to avail eddie of his boxer briefs, the cotton shredding easily in his paw. ]
Hey! [ he tries, but the way his dick is red and straining against his lower belly might render this protest toothless. ] I liked those. They were new, you fucking barbarian. [ and richie is, on many normal days as well as the ones where the moon hangs full and silver in the sky, but he has the strength of a beast now, and it's nothing if not also thrilling to be wanted so forcefully.
richie wastes no time before ducking down to run his warm, pink tongue over his dick, drawing a soft gasp from eddie's throat. it's hard to appreciate the difference in sensation between human tongue and otherwise until it happens again, friction and slickness and heat covering his whole length at once before he can even utter richie's name. swearing, eddie clasps a hand to his forehead and drops his chin to watch the massive, black furry head hunched over his body, lapping at his cock like he's drinking from a water bowl.
whatever switch flipped in eddie's brain to find this arousing he doesn't know, but he files it as yet more trauma leftover from growing up in as fucked up a town as derry, maine. ]
Fuck, [ he murmurs, threading the fingers of his free hand into the fur at richie's cheek. it feels good, so good that eddie knows he can give himself over to it entirely even if he's fixated on richie's own dick that he knows must be dripping precome on the sheets between their bodies. ] Don't... nngh. Before I can touch you.