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Richie and Eddie had been having sex for three months. Three long, glorious, intimate, beautiful months. Richie knew it was hands down the best sex he has ever had in his life. No matter what it was they did Richie could honestly say it topped the time before it, and then the time before that, etc etc. on until forever. Eddie always outdid himself- Every. Single. Time. His boyfriend was such a firecracker, so full of pent up rage and stress that whenever they fucked it was like he was being mauled by an animal- a sexy animal.
And they had already done so much shit! Fun shit, voyeuristic shit, even shit that was honestly just plain weird. A good example of this would be that recently Richie had started eating his own come. Sure, it didn't taste great, but watching Eddie's jaw go slack as his erection leaked while Richie ate himself, slowly licking his come off of his own hand... made it absolutely worth it. He couldn't say it didn't turn him on, either, by the way. Maybe Richie was a little nasty. Didn't matter. Nope, not as long as Eddie liked it.
The first few times they had had sex it was much more than that, of course- it was very much like your hollywood movie version of love making. They would gaze deeply into each other's eyes, never breaking contact, and Richie would slowly ease into Eddie's small, wanting hole. They would breathe in time with each other as Richie began to set a pace and Eddie's expression would crumble into something heartbreaking and life restoring all at once. Panting into each others mouths, they would occasionally give sloppy open mouth kisses as Richie would release a whine to utter
'I want you to feel good, Eds, I want to make you feel so good' and Eddie would reply with a growl and say
'You're so good. So good to me, baby boy." Richie would fuck Eddie relentlessly, then, until neither of them could catch their breaths and Eddie was coming all over their stomachs. And it was simply amazing.
It wasn't that they got tired of love making either, oh no. Five out of ten times they were having sex, making love is what they were doing. But the other fifty percent? They were fucking each other senseless, fucking until they couldn't even talk, fucking until Richie would start to cry. Sometimes Eddie would fuck Richie, sometimes Richie would fuck Eddie, but one thing was for sure- Eddie was in charge. It surprised Richie at first to see Eddie so controlling not only in their daily life, but in bed as well. Richie was used to his sexual partners being extremely compliant, your typical submissive. Eddie wasn't anything like that. Eddie wasn't anything like Richie expected at all.
Even if Richie did want to take the lead (which he totally did not), Eddie wouldn't have allow it. Eddie told Richie where to go, Eddie set their pace, and Eddie told him when he could come. It wasn't anything to write home about, but Eddie was bossy and it drove Richie positively insane.
On one rainy afternoon they were on the couch, Richie laying on his back as Eddie rode him hard and fast. The room was so cold it hurt and the air made Richie's arms break out in goosebumps while at the same time he was so hot all over that he could hardly bare it. It was the most arousing contrast of feelings and he was struggling to keep from coming. He felt his cold sweat slick on his chest and thighs as Eddie bounced on to him sinfully. Eddie had gripped both of Richie's wrists and pinned them above his head in a grip tight enough that if Richie wanted to move his hands, he couldn't. He was like a sack of potatoes, completely at the will of Eddie's hands and body. He couldn't help whine as he was being fucked relentlessly, Eddie grinding on him at an impossibly rough pace.
