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Once they finally got their shit together and started dating, they were fucking like rabbits, which they really should have expected, given the whole pining after each other and ignoring their feelings for a whole fucking decade before being locked in a room together by their friends who were completely done with their shit (understandably so).
Since that fateful, tipsy night nearly a year ago, they had learned the ins and outs of each other in brand new and exciting, intimate ways. It had taken them all of a few weeks to figure out how things worked in the bedroom together, discovering a dynamic (or a few dynamics, really) that they both enjoyed. They also should have known that wouldn't be too difficult either, since they'd been so close for practically their whole lives and probably could have told anyone who asked what the other liked even before they started having sex, just in general, let alone having sex with each other. It was just the nature of being joined at the hip since five years of age, being the first person the other ever came out to or told about their first kiss, their first girlfriend or boyfriend, their first time, trying so hard to keep their envy in check and just be a good, supportive friend.
They'd finally confessed their feelings in the Denbrough-Kaspbrak dorm during a night of celebration once they'd all turned twenty-one, the rest of their friends in the Tozier-Uris room across the hall, with someone (probably Stan) guarding the door and refusing to let them out until they worked through their shit. Through slurred I love yous mumbled against each other's mouth, tears of joy rolling down their cheeks, Richie hadn't taken much prompting to lie down on Eddie's bed as their bodies moved seamlessly together like they'd been doing this for years. It progressed easily from there; Richie had been more than happy to let Eddie take the lead, guiding them through the wonderful new experience of exploring each other's bodies, despite probably having more sexual experience himself, and Eddie loved him for that.
Eddie loved how easily Richie's eyes would glaze over when Eddie ran a hand through his hair, how they rolled back when he gave a hard tug. Eddie loved how sensitive Richie was to touch, how he squirmed and whined whenever Eddie sealed his mouth over his nipple or scratched his nails down his chest, nipped and sucked at his inner thighs before going to town on his cock, his balls, his hole. Eddie loved being the reason that Richie was falling apart beneath him.
Those first few weeks were only a little awkward, fumbling with bottles of lube to get their fingers into each other as quickly as possible, Eddie grinding down in Richie's lap and trying his damn best not to come before he got the chance to ride him. Arms and legs splayed across the single bed in one of their dorms as often as they could, lips never parting no matter what position they found themselves in, no matter who was giving or taking, because the thought of not kissing each other after so many years spent hoping and imagining what it would be like was harder to bear than the thought of how sore Richie's neck was going to be from twisting around to kiss Eddie while he was fucking into him from behind.
