Reddie Oneshots

confidence is key

by bealrat on ao3

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When people thought of Eddie Kaspbrak, "confidence" was probably not the first word that came to mind. Eddie knew that, and he hated it. Confidence had always been Richie's thing, somehow shining through even when Eddie knew for a fact that he didn't actually feel it. Richie had a knack for performing, making people believe whatever he wanted (not that he would ever be the type to use that against Eddie, or any of his friends for that matter. He was open and honest almost to a fault when it counted). But Eddie was growing tired of being the nervous one, "afraid of his own shadow" as his boss had once called him.

Logically, he knew this was one of the things Richie loved about him. They'd have never been together if he didn't; they were friends for years before Richie had finally made a move. They knew each other inside and out, both figuratively and literally. So, somehow Eddie thought maybe Richie shouldn't have been quite so surprised when he sank to his knees and swallowed Richie's cock down in one smooth motion—Richie's far-from-small, girthy and long, fucking beautiful cock. His head fell back, eyes wide and mouth gasping as Eddie hummed around him, smirking in satisfaction. As much as one can smirk with a dick down their throat. He pulled off with a "pop," to catch his breath for a moment, meeting his boyfriend's eyes.

"Jesus fucking Christ, Eds. Where did you learn that?" Richie rasped, sounding absolutely wrecked already, voice deep and raspy. This was far from the first time Eddie had him in his mouth, and Richie had never found a reason to complain about technique, but Eddie had definitely never been able to do this before.

Eddie planted a kiss to the head of his cock, tongue flicking out to lick at his slit before taking him back in and ignoring the question. He kept his eyes on Richie's as he started to bob up and down, taking him in a bit further each time and occasionally pausing to swirl his tongue around the head. He could feel his eyes start to water as Richie hit the back of his throat, closing them for a moment and reminding himself to relax. He coughed a bit, pulling back only for a second as he felt Richie's hand reach up to wipe at the corner of his eye.

Before Richie could get out the "careful" or "you don't have to" that Eddie could sense was coming, he took a deep breath and sank all the way back down until his nose was pressed into the pubic hair at the base of Richie's cock. He was always grateful to Richie for not making him feel weak or breakable like everyone else in his life always had, but that didn't stop Richie from occasionally worrying that Eddie may push himself too far, trying to prove something to himself.

Eddie could feel his own cock growing hard where it pressed up against his jeans and he pressed the heel of his free hand against it as his other clutched at his boyfriend's hip. He dug his nails into Richie's soft, pale flesh before moving down to cup his balls the way he knew Richie loved. He fondled them gently, swallowing around him in the back of his throat and relishing in the whine Richie let out, much higher and needier than Eddie was used to hearing.

"Oh my god, fuck. Eds," Richie moaned, hips jerking forward involuntarily. Eddie choked for a moment, Richie stuttering out an apology before Eddie met his eyes and placed Richie's hand on his head. A silent invitation. Eddie had honestly dreamed of the day he'd be able to let Richie fuck his mouth freely, and he moaned around his cock as Richie got the hint and tightened his grip on his hair. He brought his other hand up to thumb away a stray tear on Eddie's cheek. "So fucking good for me, baby. Taking me so well," he murmured, as he let his hips start moving.