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36. "are you shy?"

by: chucknovak

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Richie loved the state fair; the ever-present smell of popcorn and funnel cake, the lights, the rides. He loved it all. But mostly he loved the fair because Eddie loved the fair. The losers went every year, and Richie never tired of watching Eddie and Bev's heated yearly competitions at the booth games. He even loved failing to get Eddie a giant teddy bear alongside Ben and Mike, who made him look even worse as they won decent-sized stuffed animals for Bev and Stan. He loved that Eddie won him a stuffed animal after all of Richie's failed attempts. He loved the view of the fair from the top of the Ferris wheel, and he loved all the pictures they all took together (especially when he got to take pictures with the goats at the petting zoo).

However, while all of that was amazing, Richie's favorite part of the fair was the candy apples. Not because he liked them, but because Eddie did. And Eddie knew that Richie loved that Eddie loved candy apples. Which Richie loved, because it meant Eddie looked up at Richie through his eyelashes while licking at the candy coating. It was very exaggerated, and maybe a bit cheesy, but neither Richie nor his dick cared. It wasn't exactly appreciated by the other losers, but at twenty-three and after six years of dating Eddie and Richie were far past caring about that.

Richie was delighted to see that Eddie seemed intent on continuing the tradition this year as he ordered a candy apple to eat as they walked around. Richie watched him intently as his tongue poked out and swiped over the shiny, red candy shell. Richie licked his lips hungrily as Eddie repeated the action, looking up at him coyly. Richie set a hand on Eddie's hips, the two of them dropping back from their friends for a moment. "How's it taste, baby?" Richie murmured lowly. Eddie smiled sweetly up at his boyfriend, fluttering his eyelashes.

"Not as good as you, daddy."

Eddie skipped to catch up with their friends while Richie was still choking. As much as he loved the fair, he already couldn't wait to get home – although he was enjoying the view of Eddie's ass, and he took his time catching up with the group in order to appreciate it. He couldn't wait to see his hand prints all over it.

It didn't take long for Eddie's tongue and lips to become tainted red. The suggestive shade mixed with the shiny sheen on his lips from all the licking and sucking he was doing had Richie's dick half hard in his pants. It was made even worse when Eddie bit into the apple, causing the juice to dribble down his chin. Richie had to take a few deep breaths and look away in order to keep himself from getting a full on boner in public.

Eddie sat on Richie's lap on the way home, taking advantage of any bump in the road to wriggle his hips. Richie clenched his jaw and gripped Eddie's hips tightly, a warning. But that only spurred Eddie on more, and Richie had a very obvious tent in his pants by the time they got home – mercifully the first ones to be dropped off. The elevator ride up to their apartment was silent, filled with tension and anticipation. Richie's mind was already falling into his dominant headspace, and he could tell Eddie had been gradually slipping into his submissive headspace before they even left the fair. Richie put on a calm demeanor as he walked down the hall and unlocked the door, Eddie following at his heels.

"Tonight was fun," Eddie said, his voice tooth-achingly sweet in the way it only got when he wanted Richie to fuck his brains out. Richie turned on his heel, pinning Eddie to the front door with his hand carefully placed on his throat.

"The fun's just getting started, sweetheart," Richie chuckled in Eddie's ear. He bit harshly down on Eddie's neck, making him whimper. Eddie's hands clutched at Richie's shirt as Richie grabbed his ass and hoisted him up. Eddie wrapped his legs around his waist, and Richie continued leaving marks along Eddie's neck as he carried him into their bedroom. Richie set him back down on his feet once they made it, finally kissing his lips. He swiped his tongue across Eddie's, the sweet taste of the candy still lingering. "Take your clothes off," he ordered lowly, stepping back to watch. Eddie obediently took off his shirt, folding it neatly and setting it on the bed. It drove Richie wild. "All of them," Richie said when Eddie looked at him expectantly.