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30. different kind of phone sex

by: chucknovak
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Eddie threw his head back and cried out, his legs wrapped around Richie's waist. Richie's hands were tightly gripping Eddie's hips as he fucked into him - hard. He was just out of Eddie's reach, making him whimper indignantly as he settled for twisting his fingers in the sheets. It was so intense, the way Richie thrust in and out of him, Eddie's mind getting too foggy to keep up. His hips rocked back against Richie's completely on instinct. He looked up at Richie with hooded eyes, his skin becoming even hotter under the intensity of Richie's gaze. Eddie could never get enough of how Richie looked when they got to this point; the desperation of Richie's thrusts showed through in his eyes, the dilation of his pupils made even more prominent by the striking, thin blue band that encircled them. Richie leaned over him then, his lips hovering just over Eddie's, his hand cradling Eddie's jaw while the other gripped his hip. The brush of Richie's sweaty curls against Eddie's own made him smile as he tilted his chin up to capture his lips in a kiss. He moaned as Richie went deep, deeper than he'd gone all night, and stilled his hips to let Eddie really feel it. A deep, slow roll of his hips had Eddie melting into the mattress. "Fuck, Richie," he moaned breathlessly. "Fuck, that feels so good, please-"

Eddie's moans were cut short by the abrupt, incessant ringing of his phone from the nightstand. He groaned and threw his head back for a completely different reason than before.

"Please do not pick that up," Richie whined, slowing his thrusts but still rocking his hips.

Eddie checked his phone. It was Bill. "I have to," he sighed regretfully. "I've missed like five of his calls this week and I'm supposed to be helping him with his car."

"Can I keep doing this at least?" There was a smile on Richie's face, but it wasn't one of his joking ones.

Eddie considered it. "He'll be so pissed if he realizes."

"Then you better make sure he doesn't realize." Richie voice dropped in a way that had Eddie's cock twitching eagerly. "Can you do that for me, baby? Can you keep quiet while I fuck you?" Eddie's mouth dropped open in a small moan as he nodded up at Richie with wide eyes. Richie kissed his forehead. "Better answer him, baby. You're about to miss the call."

Eddie frantically pressed answer and brought the phone to his ear. "Hey, Bill," he answered, his voice even enough, if a bit breathless. "What's up?"

"Hey!" Bill's voice came from the speaker. "I'm working on the car right now, but there are a few steps I'm confused on. Could I ask you a few questions?"

"Definitely! What are you working on right now?"

As Bill detailed the issues he was having and where he had gotten lost, Richie kept up a slow, steady pace, rolling his hips and pressing his cock deep inside of Eddie. He smiled to himself as Eddie's eyes fluttered shut. Still, he stayed silent, only giving a few hums to let Bill know he was listening. Richie draped himself over his fiancé and brought his lips to his neck, pressing languid, silent kisses to his warm, sensitive skin. He savored the way Eddie tried not to squirm beneath him, let himself get a bit lost in the feeling of being so deep inside of him. But he also thought that Eddie was having far too easy a time talking to Bill, telling him what parts needed to do what, and he wanted to make things more fun. He pulled his hips back slowly before snapping his hips swiftly forward, punching a small gasping moan out of Eddie. Richie could hear Bill on the other end of the line ask, "Are you okay?"

"Answer him, baby," Richie murmured lowly in Eddie's other ear. Eddie had to bite his lip when Richie began playing with his nipples.

"Yeah," Eddie answered, his voice strained. "Yeah it's just, just a running cramp. No big deal. Sorry, what were you saying?" Richie smirked and moved his mouth to Eddie's nipples. If Eddie was supposedly on a run he might as well sound out of breath. Really, he was just making it believable.