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23. he lives in daydreams with me

by: serenecalamity
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Richie Tozier's eyes were hooded as he watched Eddie Kaspbrak dance.

Everything felt hazy, a fire burning in the corner of the room and sun streaming in through the windows, reflecting off the snow covered trees and mountain outside, and beautiful Eddie spinning slowly and singing along softly with a Lana Del Rey song that was playing through the speakers.

The younger boy was a little stoned and a lot tipsy and he had his head tipped back with a smile on his pink lips.

His hair was getting longer—longer than it had ever been since Richie had known him—and it was a bit curly, looking adorable as it tumbled over his eyes every now and then.

It reached past his baby pink collar, but not quite to his shoulders.

Richie felt warm all over, the weed that Beverly Marsh had supplied them all with last night as an early 'New Years Eve gift' definitely working, along with the few drinks that they had had earlier.

He pushed himself up slowly, arms resting behind him on the bed to help prop him up, and his head tipped to the side as he watched Eddie's peachy ass swing from side to side, the pink, knitted jersey he was wearing hanging down low over his hips, only showing off the lacy pink panties that he had on when he bounced up and down.

Eddie had a real pink theme going on today.

Moreso that usual.

It suited him, of course.

He looked so, so pretty.

"Baby," Richie uttered in a low voice, but Eddie turned around, so intune to him despite the music playing and the fire crackling, and he smiled, a little dopily. "Come over here for me, yeah?"

Eddie practically sashayed over, hips swaying, cheeks flushed with warmth, and he crouched over the edge of the bed so that Richie could reach out and trail his fingers down his cheek.

"Yeah, daddy?" Eddie asked softly, blinking up at Richie in the way he knew he liked.

Minx.

"What are you doing dancing like in front of the window, hm?" Richie asked softly, the chipped black nail polish on his fingernail contrasting so drastically with the porcelain pink of Eddie's skin and then the soft pink leather of his collar as Richie's finger dropped lower. "You like that people skiing out on those slopes might be looking up at you?" Eddie's pink lips parted and he blinked, eyes widening suddenly. "Or walking around out there, and then looking up and seeing you dancing around in your panties?" Eddie's breathing was coming out a bit harsher and Richie smiled before he reached out and let his finger slide through the silver link at the front of the collar and tug Eddie a little closer. "Like the idea of them seeing what's mine?"

Eddie shivered and his eyelashes fluttered shut at that.

Richie leaned forward, pressing a dry kiss to Eddie's lips, leaving his eyes open so he didn't miss any flicker of expression across his lovers face.

Eddie's body just gave under the touch, like it always did, submitting to Richie.

"Daddy," Eddie whispered and Richie's cock pulsed.

It didn't matter how many times they'd already had sex that day.

It didn't matter that Eddie already had love bites littering the sides of his necks and bruises pressed into his hips from their activities over the past three days, since they had gotten to their Canadian getaway resort.