It Smut

Interrupted.

(I'm going to try and make this as long as possible, but I've been working on it for a couple days.)

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My hand sped up, chasing my release. My legs shaking at the immense pleasure coursing through my veins. I muffled my whines and pants with my sleeve, biting on it. I arched my back until it hurt, trying to cope with the pleasure. My breath quickened, moans threatening to pour out of my mouth. Just as I was about to achieve that sweet, sweet release, I heard the door open.

"Eddie spaghetti, are you hung-"

Richie stood in the door frame, staring at me. I quickly scramble out of my lewd position and pull up my boxers, embarrassed beyond measures.

The worst part is he just stood there, staring at me. I cleared my throat and nodded. "Yes actually, do you want me to make you something?"

Instead of words, he walked to me. His eyes flashed with lust, making butterflies erupt in my stomach violently. He sauntered up to me like a predator stalking it's prey. I felt my face heat up, sheepish that I was caught. My stomach churning with every step Richie took.

I turned my head to the side, avoiding his gorgeously dark gaze.

Richie gently grabbed my cheek, making me look at him. I opened my mouth to say something but my words were caught in my throat. My brain screamed at me to give him an explanation, to say anything, But I couldn't.

Next thing I know, one of Richie's big hands is toying with my cock. His lips kissing at my own feverishly, as if savoring the taste.

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Richie's Point of View

My lips captured his in a moment and I greedily played with Eddie's cock, basking in the moans and jerks of his hips. I thumbed over the head, knowing he was most sensitive there. I could tell he was close, just by his body language.

The way his moans came out more labored, his eyes clutching shut, the way he bucked his hips into my hand. He was always a loud person, especially inside the bedroom. My brain told me to stop, give him what he deserves for sneaking a quickie, but my hand speeds up.

"Richie- Fuck, I'm gunna cum."

I nodded, giving him permission.

A few minutes pass and he's arching his back. His orgasm crashing down on him brutally, making his eyes roll back. I stroke him through it, prolonging his orgasm. I feel my own erection throbbing in my own sweats, begging to be touched.

I start to undress out of my lazy clothes, leaving me bare to match with Eddie. I'm painfully hard, especially after seeing my fiancé squirm and moan underneath me.

We kiss again, more passionately this time. My teeth graze over his bottom lip. I relish in the sweet, minty taste of his mouth, him having brushing his teeth a little bit back. His cold hands trail up and down my back, his finger tips lingering on my lower spine. My own hands and snaking up Eddie's torso, stopping at his chest. Our tongues dance like a hot, unplanned choreography, teeth occasionally clanking against each other in a messy manner.

I pull away, saliva stringing down my chin.

"Jesus christ, that's disgusting!"

Eddie complained, making me roll my eyes.

"I just jacked your trunk off and this is how you repay me? How rude! You know that I-"