open post;; yeah why's it so fuckin' funny dickwad?

[hypochondrias]

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[hypochondrias]

You have no idea
I miss the way your arms feel around me
I wanna know what it feels like to hold you too

[trashmouthing]

there's a lot i want to know

[hypochondrias]

Yeah
Me too

[trashmouthing]

i'm thinking i'm gonna find out someday

[hypochondrias]

You wanna tell me more about that?

[ there’s a silent ‘please?’ tacked onto the end there. ]

[trashmouthing]

all the time

[hypochondrias]

Must be tough keeping it in

[trashmouthing]

you have no idea

[ parroting eddie's words back at him as if they're a wall the both of them can hide behind. but even drunk richie knows better: it's more like a veil, and he knows if eddie tries any harder to push it aside he's going to give in. ]

[hypochondrias]

I might have some idea

[ it’s like eddie's talking to himself. they’re a mirror image, wrestling with the same difficulties, speaking the same cryptic language. ]

[trashmouthing]

i want to do more than just hold you

[hypochondrias]

I want you to touch me

[trashmouthing]

tell me where

[hypochondrias]

God
Everywhere
Start with my chest

[trashmouthing]

goddamn kaspbrak
the things i'd lick off your fucking abs

[hypochondrias]

You better fucking start giving me a list

[trashmouthing]

damn near anything
i just want to put my mouth on you
you said start with your chest but how could i not start with your mouth

[hypochondrias]

I don’t see a reason why you can’t touch me and kiss me at the same time

[trashmouthing]

fuck i want that so bad
i want to hear the sounds you'd make if i kissed you
felt you up under your fucking polos

[hypochondrias]

You should hear the sounds I’m making right now

[ Eddie’s finally slipped a hand down his boxer briefs, rubbing himself idly while his eyes read and reread the last series of texts. ]

God please get your hands on me
I’m kind of obsessed with your hands
And your arms

[trashmouthing]

you touching yourself eds?
wishing it was my hands on you
i wanna paw you up i wanna know what you feel like in my sleep

[hypochondrias]

Yeah I am
Tell me you are too
You wanna spend the night with me? Wake up in the morning with me?

[trashmouthing]

i was doing it when i first texted sweetheart
i want to spend every minute with you every day
fuck you every night
if you'd let me
the things i'd do if you'd just let me

[hypochondrias]

Oh god Richie
I’m not gonna stop thinking about this for a long time
I wanna know what you imagine
I want your every thought

[trashmouthing]

[ yeah, this definitely constitutes crossing a line, but—richie's too far gone to care at this point, his dick straining hard in his boxers and eddie's voice a constant fever dream in his head. he reaches down, gives the base of his cock a warning squeeze, the room reeling so hard he has to shut his eyes for a long moment before he texts back. ]

hahaha how much free time you got
the doing nasty shit to eddie kaspbrak inner mind theatre is open 24 hours

i want to make you feel better than you've ever felt in your life
that fucking
toe curling shit
i want to see that beautiful dick i wanna touch it so fucking bad
with those hands you like so much
or see how it fits down my throat
take my sweet time learning how to make you come

[hypochondrias]

For you
I've got all the time in the world

[ this might be unfair, all things considered - his marital status, the distance. but in eddie's heart, it's as true as any other confession he's made. he'd do anything for richie. anything.

including nearly losing consciousness, as it turns out, because eddie's pretty sure what's going on in richie's mind, but seeing it written out on his screen? in lurid detail? the arousal seems to sink into eddie's bones, and he closes his eyes, cock twitching in his hand. ]

Fuck
Listen
I don't wanna dampen your enthusiasm but I have to tell you that I've never done this with a guy before
But god do I want to