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76. honey, just let me adore you

by: camerasparring

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"I can't believe you haven't told me a thing about this place," Eddie says, pinned under Richie's weight on their bed.

"It's because I'm amazing at secrets," Richie answers, kissing at the sparse patch of hair on Eddie's chest, hands tugging their bodies together. It distracts Eddie for a moment, but then he twists away.

"You are horrible at secrets. You proposed to me the day after you got the ring," Eddie says. Richie rolls his eyes. And then his hips. Eddie gasps.

"I'm also a romantic, Edward," he says, and Eddie groans into his mouth.

It's been a long day - the last before their vacation officially starts. Thanks to some clever maneuvering, Richie doesn't have any shows for the next two weeks, and Eddie got time off work on a wing and a prayer. That leaves them with eight full days of honey-mooning, and Richie has big plans. And they all start with the new plug in the bedside drawer.

Eddie has spent the last few months building up his tolerance for keeping a plug in for this very occasion. Months ago, over breakfast and apropos of nothing, Eddie handed Richie a pamphlet on "appropriate plug use" and a printout from a website that held testimonials on how long-term plug users managed to keep theirs in all day. Eddie was determined. And shirtless. Richie was horny, and he spent the whole presentation squirming in his seat, drooling at the flex of Eddie's arms, before Eddie knelt down right there and sucked him dry. A reward for kind of paying attention, which Richie's always thought to be his forte.

Richie reaches for the drawer, mind flitting with memories of Eddie's eyes on him, Eddie's mouth humming around him, Eddie's stupid pamphlet bunched up in his hand while he came down his throat.

"How do you wanna do this?" Richie asks, plug box in hand. It's a small, black silicone one, because that's "the most porous" and "best for all day use," according to the information now drilled into Richie's brain via one very educational blow job.

"What do you mean? You've put a plug in me before."

"No, duh. I mean, do you want me to fuck you first? Are you too tired?" Richie asks. Eddie had come home late, devoured the leftovers Richie had heated up while ranting and raving about his incompetent coworkers, and then promptly pulled Richie into the bedroom to get this vacation started.

"Do I look tired to you?" Eddie answers, gesturing down to himself, and Richie surveys the picture in front of him. Eddie's flat on his back on the bed, creeping flush and bite marks covering his neck. His dick is practically standing at attention, resting lightly on the inside of Richie's thigh where he's straddling him. Richie groans.

"Not a bit, sorry I asked," he says, fumbling to pull the plug out of its box and onto the bed. Eventually he gives up and moves to press his lips to Eddie's chest, too distracted by its heaving in his peripheral. Weaving his tongue around one nipple, he rubs a hand over Eddie's arm, down his hip, over the hair under his navel. Eddie hums, and Richie almost moans.

Something about being on the edge of their honeymoon wells up emotion in his chest. They've never had this much time to spend together, not since they first left Derry. And most of that time had been spent with Eddie recovering. They didn't get together until almost a year later, and by that point Eddie was back to working full-time.  Richie wants so badly to let the time drag out, take it slowly, enjoy each other and bicker their fucking heads off about all sorts of stupid shit. He smiles at the thought of it, and Eddie catches him lost in a daydream.

"Enjoying yourself down there? 'Cause you're kinda blue-balling me," Eddie says, voice tense, and Richie laughs.

"You're so fucking impatient, Jesus." He leans away, rubbing gentle hands up both of Eddie's thighs, but maintaining a distance from his erection. Eddie whimpers, but his voice is strong.