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22. slow down (yeah, i want you)

by: serenecalamity
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"Ssh, baby," Richie Tozier whispered, even though he was smirking under his mess of curls as he watched the beautiful arch of Eddie Kaspbrak's back in front of him. "You need to be quiet," but then he scratched his fingers down Eddie's spine and there was a whine that fell from Eddie's lips because of course the smaller boy was reacting to the scratches that Richie hoped he could see in the morning once there was proper light.

"I-I can't," Eddie shivered and his voice came out shaky and Richie smoothed both hands down Eddie's side and curved them over Eddie's hips.

"Can't what, baby?" Richie murmured, making sure to keep his voice low.

There was no response from Eddie.

Eddie was still rocking back and forth, like Richie had asked him to do, and from the dim lighting that they had from the tiny lights beside them, Richie was taking in as much as he could—the shudders that were running through Eddie's body, the gorgeous arch of his back, the full curve of his ass and the way that his body just sucked Richie inside.

Richie thrust upward, just because he could, and he heard a punched out moan from Eddie, and felt the way the smaller man tensed up around him.

He wanted to keep going, but he knew that even though they had bed at the end of the bus rather than one of the bunk beds in the middle of the bus with the rest of the band and some of their crew, sound traveled—they were all aware of that, given how much time they had spent together on this bus—and as much as Richie liked to hear Eddie, he didn't want to share those sounds with anyone else.

Richie tightened his stomach muscles and curled upward, and just as Eddie let out another moan at the changed angle, Richie shoved two fingers inside Eddie's mouth.

He felt Eddie moan again, at the feeling of the weight on his tongue and the pressure of his fingertips pressing to the back of his throat, and it made his cock twitch inside Eddie, knowing the way that he was effecting the smaller man.

"You feel so perfect, baby," Richie whispered as he moved around a little and the hand that wasn't in Eddie's mouth shuffled Eddie, pulling at his legs arranges them so Eddie's thighs are tightly against either side of his. "So fucking perfect, bouncing on my cock," he bit down on Eddie's shoulder and Eddie's body tightened and jerked at the sensation. "My perfect boy."

"Da-ddy," Eddie shuddered in his lap as Richie laved his tongue over the bite before sucking down.

He sucked hard enough to mark.

He wanted to mark.

He loved seeing the blossoms of purple from love bites or bruises, or the long red marks of his scratches.

He had loved it even more recently because Eddie wasn't making as big an effort to hide the marks, especially since he wasn't working at the moment and was touring with Richie.

"You going to come for me, baby?" Richie asked, still not removing the fingers from Eddie's mouth, pressing down on Eddie's tongue a little harder and thrusting them in and out in time with the thrusts of his hips. Eddie's movements to meet his got a little more frantic as he got closer to coming and Richie's other hand moved from Eddie's thigh to circle around his cock. "Come for me, sweetheart. Come all over daddy's hand."

"Daddy!" Eddie's word was muffled as he came, saliva dripping over down Richie's fingers and come spurting over Richie's other fist.

"That's it," Richie's voice was rough as he felt Eddie's go lax around him and he took over, moving his hips faster and faster, snapping upward and filling his lover. "So fucking perfect, baby."