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96. you're a freak like me

by: businessboyjared

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When they get home from their date night, Eddie is immediately enveloped by Richie; his hands roam over the shoulders of his tailored suit jacket and then push underneath them to run over his chest, his hands like hot coals through his shirt. Eddie gasps when Richie's arms circle around his waist to clutch at his ass and bring their hips together, then shifts them so Richie's thigh is pressed between his legs. Eddie can hardly get a word in while Richie kisses over his neck and jaw, muttering sweet nothings into his skin before finally bringing their lips together. And Richie always kisses Eddie like he'll never get to kiss him again but this time it's multiplied by a million when Richie starts nipping at his lip and then immediately soothes it with his tongue, all while humping up against Eddie like they're fucking teenagers.

"Rich," Eddie says, lips still pressed against Richie's. "Richie. I'd rather not come in my pants tonight, these were like eighty bucks."

Richie pulls away a fraction of an inch to catch his breath. "It'd be really fucking hot if you did, though."

Eddie rolls his eyes and shoves at his shoulder. "Bedroom."

Richie pouts at him but lets Eddie walk past him down the hallway, mostly to admire the view of his ass in those perfectly tailored pants of his. Eddie knows he's being watched, so he swings his hips a little playfully, and then laughs at the groan that escapes from deep within Richie's chest. Eighty bucks well fucking spent.

They both undress in record time, which is almost unbelievable considering Richie keeps stopping Eddie to run his tongue along whatever new sliver of skin he's uncovered, as if he's never seen it before. It makes Eddie sort of crazy, like he could show Richie his fucking bare ankle and he would come just from that. He pushes Richie onto his back on the bed, and then climbs over him to settle in his lap.

Richie's hands latch onto his hips automatically, and he drags him forward to rub their erections together. Eddie moans and watches Richie throw his head back into the pillow so violently it almost looks like it hurt. He moves against him again, rubs the wet tip of his dick along the length of Richie's shaft, and Eddie feels drunk with lust while he watches Richie writhe beneath him.

"Eddie, god you feel so fucking good," He moans loudly, jaw dropped open while he tugs at his own hair. Eddie's been waiting to do this all fucking night, if he's honest. Richie had been so god damn handsy, from the second they left their apartment for their date. In the backseat of their Lyft, Richie had spread his legs wide and let their knees touch. He put his hand there, which was innocuous enough until he slowly inched up his leg, all while carrying on a conversation with their driver about his favorite tapas place, or whatever the fuck they were talking about. Eddie frankly hadn't heard a single word of it, as he was too focused on Richie's stupid giant hand laying heavy on the very top of his thigh.

And just when he wanted more; when he contemplated shifting his hips a little just to get Richie to touch his half-hard dick over his pants, they reached their destination. He'd hoped to calm himself down at dinner, but Richie continued to rile him up. Playing footsie under the table, feeding Eddie bites of his grilled salmon. The most egregious offense was when he said, completely unprompted, "You look so sexy tonight, princess."

It was the princess that really gave him away. That let Eddie know, yes, he was definitely getting dicked down tonight.

Now, Eddie watches Richie sigh and whine under him, and he feels so completely unraveled with want that he can't help what comes out of his mouth.