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"Ed's you horndog", Richie laughed flirtatiously, Eddie could tell he was definetly smirking just by the sound of his voice. Usually he would get mad at Richie for using the childish nickname, but the previously small hint of arousal displayed on his body turned into a raging boner, fogging his mind with lust. Even though he knew Richie was going to be an ass of a tease, the butterflies in his stomach intensified thinking about what was going to ensue later that night. Eddie let out a long breath he didn't realise he'd been holding in before replying exasperatedly."Rich, don't be an ass, can i please come over? I've been stressed with univeristy applications and my shifts at work were increased this afternoon, i just need to unwind, plu-" Eddie was cut off by a muffled giggle from the other male. "alright alright, don't get your panties in a knot baby, but i haven't eaten yet so we're going out first' Eddie groaned but complied, 'Fine', he answered before hanging up.

The tent Eddie had been sporting since he got home at 5:30 showed no signs of subsiding anytime soon, leaving him in a state of both sexual frustration and immense annoyance. He palmed himself softly, a tint of red painting his whole entire body. Eddie wasn't exactly vocal when it came to self medicating, growing up not really knowing how to touch himself {being 19 now and still in the self exploration phase - which is completely fine mind you}, so naturally he was at a loss of how to pleasure himself in the ways that suited him best. Not to mention, being monitered by his crazed mother 24/7 and being gay in a world suited only to straight men didn't help in the slightest. However, having a boyfriend that was never afraid to flaunt his libido and sexual findings, helped tremendously when it came to pleasuring himself. Richie Tozier was the sex god anyone could dream of. His once lanky body that he'd now grown into was that of a greek statue stored in the worlds most famous museums, not to mention the crown of brown curly hair reaching just to the middle of his defined jawline. Though, the part of having a stunning bestfriend-to-boyfriend that everybody overlooked was the overwhelming self loathing that came with it. Eddie often found himself pointing out every one of his 'flaws' {which Richie heavily disagreed with - "my dearest spaghetti is the the most prized possession there is to offer!"- much to Eddie's detest} and comparing his body to his lovers. "Richie dosen't have that small pouch at the bottom of his stomach, look!" or "Yeah, but look at his muscles! He dosen't even work out that often, it's not fair". He's become more self confident though, or atleast become better at hiding his insecurities, because he knows Richie genuinly cares and the last thing he wants is to him worry too much.

Eddie lifted himself up from his single bed unwillingly, knowing Richie would already be on his way to their meeting spot. He paused for a second, scanning his wardrobe for a certain article of clothing. A baby blue skirt, with matching lace panties and thigh garters. If Richie was going to be a tease, why couldn't Eddie? He placed on the outfit, topping it off with a somewhat see through white tee. It was perfect. He left his house swiftly after that, not bothering to tell his mother Sonia where he was going/how long he'd be gone for, or anything for that matter; they'd been giving eachother the silent treatment since yesterday afternoon, when Eddie and her fought about what university he should apply to.

The sunset was just faded into the horizon, the time being a little after 7:30pm. Richie and Eddie had always met up on the corner of mayfair and jane street, it being deemed the halfway point by Richie, although it was very obviously closer to his house then Eddie's. Eddie didn't mind though, he liked the extra walk. At the sign they specifically met up at {grafitied by all of the losers, somehow not taken down} he could make out the silhoutte of Richies tall figure. The boner which was sitting rather uncomfortably in his panties, aimed for people without dicks, throbbed at the sight. His boner was only somewhat noticable in the skirt, the flowey material being good at covering his crotch especially, which was part of the reason he decided to wear it. Richie's attire was nothing new; a pair of black skinny jeans and a loose tank scribed with the logo of some indie band he'd claimed to be a fan of, but today, his arms seemed more flattered in his black baggy tank, the armholes providing sight onto his toned stomach. Eddie must have been staring because he heard Richie chuckle lightly. 'Like what you see, Eddie spaghetti?' he chimed, wraping an arm around the smallers waist. Richie gestured an airpod to Eddie, who put it in his ear not facing the other, incase he decided to speak. The music that was playing was definitely trying to send a message to him that he was going to be fucked hard that night. As they began walking, Richie leaned down to whisper into Eddie's ear. "you know you're a tease in that skirt babyboy. Is that why you decided to wear it? To tease me?" Eddie looked to the ground, averting his gaze, the grip around his waist tightening. "answer me, baby" Richie warned. Eddie tilted his head forward again, cheeks burning up. "Maybe" he spat out. The tallers fingers traced circles every so lightly into the smallers hip bone, occasionally stroking up and down/left to right. "Is that so?" Richie hummed nonchalently, "Then consider me teased"