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89. our days and nights are perfumed with obsession

by: octopusqueen

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If you had told Richie fifteen years ago that one day he would be the type of man who goes to BDSM clubs... well, he'd probably shrug, say "sounds plausible" and down another shot.

However, if you had told him that Eddie fucking Kaspbrak, the boy who used to wear a fanny pack and whine about germs in between puffs of his inhaler, would be the type of man to one day go to BDSM clubs, he probably would have choked on that shot and done a spit take.

And if you'd told him that HE, Richie Trashmouth Tozier, would be the one who would get to accompany him to these clubs, often pulling Eddie around on a leash while his hands were bound and his mouth was gagged... well, Richie could have only hoped for so much, even in his younger days.

They hadn't started out as a kinky couple fresh out of the gate. They'd gotten together just after college, and at first their sex life was pretty vanilla by anyone's standards, but Richie certainly never felt the urge to file any complaints. He had been in love with Eddie since before he even understood what love was, since they were just kids riding their bikes together down the hill behind Richie's house.

Their first time would forever be burned in Richie's mind; he could still remember the rush of seeing Eddie's perfect naked body laid out for him for the first time, hearing his breath quicken, finally knowing what it felt like to touch him in the way he'd only dreamed about before. And seeing the way Eddie had looked at him as Richie had first gotten undressed for him, looking at him like he was absolutely perfect, his face a picture of wonder and awe that still brought tears to Richie's eyes when he pictured it after all these years. He would have been perfectly happy with making love to Eddie, missionary style, in that creaky bed in his crappy old apartment for the rest of his life.

And for the most part, that's what he did for the first 10 years of their relationship, minus the creaky bed and the crappy apartment. Both his and Eddie's careers took off not long after graduation, to the point where they could afford to move into an actual house in the Chicago suburbs with furniture that wasn't from a discount outlet. Richie had finally proposed 5 years in, they'd gotten married in a small, intimate ceremony later that year, and their wedding night was definitely another memory that Richie was sure to store vividly. It had been passionate and intense and a powerful expression of their love, but it was still all relatively tame.

It wasn't exactly like a switch had been flipped, they still made love like that sometimes, slow and sweet and whispering sweet nothings to each other, and it was still amazing, it was just that now they had an entire buffet to indulge in rather than just the same plate of (albeit delicious) cuisine.

Things first started to spice up in the second year of their marriage: watching porn together, switching up positions, even a little light spanking. Richie began occasionally holding Eddie down during sex, pinning his wrists to the bed above his head and biting at his collarbone as he pounded into him roughly.

After one particular night when they'd gotten a little crazy, Eddie had been left with bruises and bite marks everywhere from his neck down to his thighs, his ass cheeks red from where Richie had slapped him. He'd been riding Richie, bouncing furiously up and down on his cock, almost violently, his eyes rolled back in his head as Richie pinched one of his pink nipples a bit roughly, and Richie could tell he was close and Eddie was as well when the words "Fucking come on my cock right now you filthy little whore" came tumbling out of his mouth, and before he could even fully realize what he had said and retract it, they were both coming. Richie felt his whole body shake with his orgasm as he came deep inside Eddie, and Eddie almost looked like he was possessed, bent almost completely backwards on top of him, practically screaming up into the ceiling as he came.