Richie tries not to think too hard about someone walking in on them. Folks tended to avoid this spot, thankfully, so that's why he felt comfortable enough bringing Eddie here but there was always a chance of someone coming by with the idea of finding a new place to smoke. It's almost a little exciting if he considers it despite what being caught might mean for them so, once again, the thought is shoved into the back of his head and Richie focuses back on what's most important here.
There's something great in watching Eddie wobble a little on his knees, shuddering and swallowing back a moan with the knowledge that he was the cause. It riles him up and he can already feel how fucking uncomfortable his jeans are with his own erection straining against the fabric. He holds back from touching himself though as Richie wants, more than anything, for Eddie to be the one to get him off.
"Yeah?" He says, a little breathless but smiling as he moves his hand a little faster. He could just as easily watch Eddie come apart this way but he knows that isn't why they're here and, once again, he swallows. Again that nervous energy makes an appearance but it's driven away just as quick once he glances up at Eddie. There was just something so... so fucking good in seeing his boyfriend like this: all flushed, breathless and already having to hide his moans.
It's enough to get him leaning in and licking a stripe from base to tip of the other's cock, swirling his tongue around the head as his attention flickers upwards. He's never done this before and certainly hasn't ever had it done for him before so this is all new. All Richie can do is think of what might make him feel good and try to see what may or may not draw a reaction out of Eddie now.
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There's something great in watching Eddie wobble a little on his knees, shuddering and swallowing back a moan with the knowledge that he was the cause. It riles him up and he can already feel how fucking uncomfortable his jeans are with his own erection straining against the fabric. He holds back from touching himself though as Richie wants, more than anything, for Eddie to be the one to get him off.
"Yeah?" He says, a little breathless but smiling as he moves his hand a little faster. He could just as easily watch Eddie come apart this way but he knows that isn't why they're here and, once again, he swallows. Again that nervous energy makes an appearance but it's driven away just as quick once he glances up at Eddie. There was just something so... so fucking good in seeing his boyfriend like this: all flushed, breathless and already having to hide his moans.
It's enough to get him leaning in and licking a stripe from base to tip of the other's cock, swirling his tongue around the head as his attention flickers upwards. He's never done this before and certainly hasn't ever had it done for him before so this is all new. All Richie can do is think of what might make him feel good and try to see what may or may not draw a reaction out of Eddie now.