'i could be your baby (i'm always yours)' by wheezykaspbraks on ao3
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The thing is, Richie's never been fucked before.
It's not that he hasn't thought about it — he definitely has, extensively, in detail, late at night with one hand over his mouth and his other hand two-to-three-fingers deep, wrist aching and cock dripping a sticky puddle against his quivering stomach.
He's done the fucking, many times. Apparently people like the tall and gangly thing in college. He's had it moaned in his ear on numerous occasions, panting so fucking bigs, partners gripping at his hair and raking their nails down his back and desperately gripping at his ass while he does his best to fuck them through the mattress, or the wall, or the floor on several memorable occasions.
He's had people shaking around his cock and rocking back into his thrusts and begging him for more loud enough that neighbors bang on the wall, which definitely helped his ego.
He's had Eddie Kaspbrak on top of him, flushed and panting, riding his cock and whining at the stretch of it, falling apart in his arms with the sweetest noises he's ever heard. And he's enjoyed it, Richie loves fucking his partners, he loves making them feel good, he loves being the one to ruin them the way that they want to be ruined.
He just — wouldn't mind being ruined himself, every once in a while.
And then Eddie curls up to his chest after giving him a spiritual fucking experience sucking his cock, and whispers want me to fuck you, Rich? with this low little growl in his voice, and Richie can't stop thinking about it.
It's been a few weeks since The Best Night of His Life, as Richie's taken to affectionately calling it (capitalization very necessary, thank you very much), and things have been good. Like, insanely good. Holy-shit-what-the-fuck kind of good.
He'd half-expected it to be all fumbled handjobs in the back of his car and frantic grinding on Eddie's bed while Stan was out of their dorm, and that's definitely happened, don't get him wrong, but there's also, like. Hand holding, and stuff. Stolen kisses between classes and petnames that Eddie only scrunches his nose at a little bit, late-night phone calls that end in sleepy I love yous and coffee dates where Eddie tries to hide his smile when Richie remembers how he takes his coffee (black, only a little bit of sugar, he always pulls a face at how tooth-achingly sweet Richie likes his own coffee but still leans across the table to take a sip every time, and it's kind of gross just how fucking goopy it makes Richie's heart feel). Because they're dating, Eddie Kaspbrak is his boyfriend, it makes him feel all kinds of giddy just to think about.
They haven't seen each other much the past few days, though, and Richie kind of hates just how much he's missed him, but there's not much they've been able to do about it because it's finals week.
Richie doesn't think he's ever been this fucking stressed in his life. He's living off ramen noodles at 2am and chain-smoking next to the window in his dorm to stop the shaking of his hands, he's snappy and his jokes are shittier than they've ever been, and it's all because he can't stop fucking thinking about what it would be like to feel Eddie press him into his mattress and fuck him until he sobs.
