Reddie Oneshots

Stupid Deep Pt.5

Eddie wakes up to the sensation of rhythmic pressure against his ass, pushing the plug still inside him against his rim and nudging the bulb against his prostate, and a warm hand against his stomach, stroking gently at his skin. Eddie moans softly, presses his hand over Richie's, and says, "I thought I was the horny one, you bastard."

Richie hums against the back of his head. "We trade off. It's my turn today."

Eddie huffs a sleepy laugh. This is what he gets for giving Richie the okay to wake him up like this. Not that he regrets it. "Okay. Well, good morning to you."

"Good morning my love," Richie sings, and Eddie is reasonably sure he means it mockingly, but it's so cute that it makes him smile anyway.

"I was talking to your dick," he says, pushing back against the hardness he can feel against his ass through his sleep shorts. "Good morning."

"Ha ha," Richie says mirthlessly. "See if I'll fuck you for that."

"You're the one who woke me up by dry-humping me," Eddie says, lacing his fingers between Richie's. "Who even said I want to get fucked."

"Eddie, darling, you always want to get fucked."

Eddie has no argument for that.

Instead of fucking him, though, Richie scoots back and tugs on Eddie's hip, so that he turns to lie on his back. That shifts the plug inside him again, and he swallows a whine as Richie noses along his jaw and feels up his chest before pressing a long, closed-mouthed kiss to his lips. He knows better than to try to kiss Eddie properly before he's brushed his teeth, but this is fine for now, warm and soft and lingering as he strokes his palm down Eddie's side and up his arm. Eddie squirms a little into his touch, revelling in it, pushing up into it. It feels good, not in an erotic way, but just. Pleasurable, in a way that's warm and grounding and comfortable.

"You're cute in the morning," Richie murmurs against his jaw, thumbing a nipple briefly and then moving his hand to stroke through Eddie's hair, over and over. He kisses the corner of Eddie's mouth, and the side of his nose, and his cheek, and under his eye, and on the edge of his eyebrow. He tips Eddie's face towards him so that he can kiss the scar on the other side of his face. After his mouth, it's probably the part of Eddie's face that gets the most attention.

Eddie smiles. "You're cute in the morning," he says, mouth still clumsy with sleep. "You're the one smothering me with kisses."

"It's because you're so cute," Richie says, mouthing along his jaw. "I've always thought so. Ever since we were kids. Eddie Kaspbrak, the cutest boy in the world."

"Yeah, and I always hated you for saying it," Eddie says with a laugh. He hums and presses into a particularly good, sucking kiss under his ear. "Don't give me a hickey, or I swear to god, I'll get out of this bed."

"You were much more fun when you worked from home," Richie mutters grouchily. "All I do is pleasure you and this is the thanks I get."

"All you do is bother me, and then sometimes give me orgasms," Eddie says.

"You're just so fun to bother," Richie says, still stroking through his hair affectionately. "Bothering you has been my lifelong divine duty. Making you come is a much more recent goal."

Eddie laughs. "Okay, well, feel free to focus on track two for the moment."

"You're so bossy," Richie says, nuzzling the side of his face. "All you ever do is sass me. I love you so much."

Eddie's heart squeezes. "Hey. Kiss me, moron."

Richie does, nudging their faces together and kissing him softly, more softly than Eddie expected. It's sweet, and it lingers, and Eddie makes a pathetic little sound into it, because it's early and he's sleepy and he can't control how affected he is by this stupid fucking kiss. God, he's so happy.