It's almost like a sensory overload. The sensation of wet heat surrounding him coupled with the pressure that comes with Richie starting to actually suck on him and contrasting with the ghostly soft touches of Richie's fingertips against his hip is a lot. Hearing the nearly inaudible and indescribable sound that Richie's mouth makes around Eddie's erection and then the low-pitched, sodden pop as he comes back off to speak each have their own effect on Eddie, sending pleasurable shudders through his entire body.

And then Richie's eyes shift so that he's looking up at Eddie and Eddie moans quietly as he looks down at his partner and, with the forced perspective of this angle, he's getting an eyeful of Richie's kiss-swollen lips close enough to be brushing against Eddie's engorged shaft as he speaks. "Holy shit you look so fucking hot looking up at me like that," he blurts out breathlessly, only half-hearing what Richie's actually saying as he guides Eddie's hand off his shoulder and into his disheveled curls. Still, he nods his understanding as he belatedly processes the words. "Okay, okay," he pants out, his hips shifting of their own accord, seeking out Richie again.

Even with Richie moving at practically a snail's pace while he adjusts to what he's actually doing. Eddie's knees are wobbling again and he closes a fist around a chunk of Richie's hair, guiding the pace somewhere in the middle of the speed at which Richie had been stroking him with his hand and the speed Richie's taken just now. "I'm not gonna last, man, holy shit this is so good..." he whimpers and his whole body is trembling with the ever-building heat of an approaching climax.